*Rihn’s been inconsolable, and Tam’s uncharacteristically withdrawn. Both have been sticking close to Patch for the past two days, wondering how they’ll ever get through the next few months without their big brother, their leader, their anchor. Tam especially has been taking this hard. He’s /never/ been without his older brother, except when they’d all been captured and separated by Valroc. Optimus, having a /small/ idea of how they’re feeling – he misses his team badly – has been doing what he can to cover Quin’s work and just…keeping the remaining Pranksters, and everyone else, company.*
Quin: *startles a bit, but figures he shouldn’t be surprised – he’d planned to announce his approach with bird calls before getting “too close” and possibly startling people, but that’s a ways out yet* Naijah! *wry grin* I’m not a runaway, if that’s what you’re afraid of. Believe it or not, I’m here on business from Lady Vashti. Naijah, this is Scraps. Scraps, my brother Naijah.