That made two moments of shock in close succession. Marianne was here, too? He couldn't help a surge of relief, seeing her here and safe, but why was she--?

Ah. Kind to a fault, and perceptive, wasn't she? He'd hardly gotten a good enough look at the bunnerfly to realize anything was amiss. Still, if she was intent on catching it, then it was the least he could do to help her, yes? So long as they could corner the poor thing, then she shouldn't have any trouble healing it. Seteth took off running himself; a murmured order saw his wyvirrel launching itself from his shoulder, tiny wings spreading as it gained height.

"We'll try to cut him off and herd him back to you!"