The bunnerfly was fluttering across his path, swiftly followed by Marianne, keen to catch up to it. She startled at the recognition of yet another voice that she knew "S-Seteth!" One of the others who spent a lot of his time in prayer. How had she not realised he was here? "I- please excuse me!" She called before dashing after the bunnerfly. "I need to catch him, he has an injured wing!"