"Wisp." Isiea guesses flatly. "Or a ghost. I dunno."

She stared at the spot where it once was, then began looking around her in a sorta frantic manner. She wasn't up to be eaten by a...intelligent tiny goblin thing.

Grimalkin was sunning himself on a rock, eyes shut, purring deep in his throat.

She wondered if she should wake him and deliver the...message? Message.

Isiea hops down from Ares. She'd forgotten to check for injuries before, so that's what she does.

She could, but it was probably high time they got out of there. Who knew if the intelligent goblin thing had friends?

Nothing bleeding, but he probably still hurt after being kicked in the face.

Exactly. She approached him. " Grimalkin. "

Glad he's not hurt, she gently strokes his nose. She doesn't really remember what happened with the sirens. The memories she does have of it are hazy and warped, more like she was dreaming.

He cracked open a lazy eye