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First showing up in the small stone inverted pentagram by the main area was an interesting experience. Reasonably, everyone was terrified of him, no one even dared going near him. Instead they prefer to keep a large distance and whisper amongst themselves. With nothing to do Narinder decided to just sit down and hug his knees, gumpily waiting to be let out of yet another prison.

Nariender hugged his body tightly, trying to familiarize himself while waiting. He could feel his bones in most places, prominent his ribs and arms, The shirt collar around his neck made him feel… uncomfortable. He began to fidget with it, attempting to stretch it out so it felt less constricting. He felt.. small. Uncomfortably small at that, but maybe it was a good thing. It was easier to curl into himself in an attempt to ignore the eyes that were definitely staring at him.

It wasn’t the only thing he had to focus on ignoring. Shortly after familiarizing himself with his own body, what felt like small specks of pain began to dance around his skin. The feeling was focused in his wrist and neck, both places where he had been changed. Glazing at one of his wrist he was met with a sight that should’ve made him want to puke.

The furr was patchy, barely there really, refusing to regrow over the show skin. With good reason, it looked awful. The worst areas looked almost rotten, the better areas seemed to just be patches of dried blood attempting to scab over. He wanted to look away from his wrist but kept just staring at it, imagining how his neck must’ve looked the same. It wasn't like he could do anything about it, at least not right now, he was too busy being imprisoned once again.

Eventually, he seemingly managed to will himself to stop looking at his wrist. Going back to his original position of him curling into himself, as well as attempting to manipulate his shirt to at least cover his neck.

It felt like he was just sitting there, waiting for hours. Probably because he was, to an extent. With his eyes closed he couldn't notice the sky turning dark, the only indication was the lack of the sun's heat burning him. He hadn't even noticed that missing, too lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts about what he was going to do, now that he was stuck following a false prophet. Well, technically they weren't one any longer.

What Narinder did notice was the light sound of a certain lamb returning to their precious cult. Said lamb called out his name, but he didnt hear, lost in a sea of thoughts. After They called his name for the third time, they gently touched his shoulder. “Narinder?” they whispered to him, in an attempt to not startle him. Despite they efforts, Narinder jumped once touched, falling over and staring up at them.

After a moment of staring at each other, Lambert suddenly started apologizing profusely, “ Ah- sorry sorry, I was trying to not startle you but you didn't respond the first few times i said your name.” A look of concern flashed their face, eyes darting to Narinder’s neck. “ Does your neck feel alright? It looks awful.” The lamb had leaned forward for a better look, along with their hand held out for him to take.

Narinder just scoffed and pushed it away, opting to get up by himself. “ It feels fine, What took you so long? I've been sitting here for hours.” He glared at them, arms crossed as well, being careful to hide most of his hands and arms. He didn’t need them also nagging him about his wrist as well.

The lamb scratched the back of their head, looking a bit remorseful,” ah- apologies, i got a bit sidetracked with some friends.” They seemed quite remorseful in their forgetfulness, Narinder simply rolled his eyes at them. When he didn't respond Lambert suddenly remembered that they needed to indoctrinate him, with a wave of their hand the fallen god’s clothes changed. Going from the taterted robes to much nicer red robes, with the cult's signature white triangle symbol.

Nariender looked over the robes, he quickly noticed the comfortable loose collar and long sleeves. Underneath was a shirt equally as loose as the collar, most likely the same red as the robes the fabric felt nice against his skin. He could tell shorts were a part of the outfit, just as comfortable as the rest.

They were… decent, he supposed. “ Um- i know their kinda generic, so if you want something more comfortable or unique i can get you something different,” the lamb nervously rambled, “ but anyways- uh i'll take you to your home since you're probably exhausted-'' Before the cat could even process what lambert said his hand was suddenly taken, and was dragged through the cult grounds. Biting his tongue to keep himself from wincing in pain as the lamb brushed against his wrist.

The destination they arrived at was an area full of small huts, just big enough for a bed and some personal space. Narinder was presented with a seemingly empty hut, it looked exactly like all the others except for the cloth door being tied open. The cat looked at it, stepping inside to see a decently sized bed and a small bookshelf. It looked crammed but cozy, most likely due to the fact that the bed had no frame. It was simply just a mattress with some bed covers, a blanket, and a few pillows.

He sat on the bed, it was soft, comfortable even. “ Welp, I’ll leave you to get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.” With a wave the curtain door was closed, the room suddenly a but darker. Narinder let out a sigh, how could that lamb be the one who defeated him? They looked like a nervous wreck once they returned after seemingly forgetting about him.The lamb offered to get him better clothes, they were worried about how comfortable he was despite fighting him without hesitation only a few hours ago. It didn't make sense just- How?!?

How were they the one to cause him to fall- to cause his most trusted servants to fall. They had nearly killed him for fucks sake but they were so… timid? oddly worried about him and his welling being. It was giving him a headache attempting to figure out how someone who had been so ruthless in fighting him was suddenly so kind. With a huff he decided to take off his robes and lay down, despite not being tired at all. He shimmed under the covers, covers that were much softer than most things he had felt in the last few centuries. Even if he wasn't planning on sleeping, he laid there comfortably, thinking about what he could possibly do next while waiting for the sun to rise.

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To say Narinders first week was… rough, would be a bit of an understatement. He was most determined to isolate himself from every other follower, which he normally went about in two different ways. Either by scaring them off by hissing at them, or just flat out ignoring them until they took the hint. Something that added to the cat's desire of self isolation was him constantly forgetting to eat and sleep.

Eating was something Lambert had to catch, Narinder himself never seemed to notice the churning pain that comes with nearly starving himself on a daily basis. Instead he’d be distracted with a plethora of different things, but usually by thinking while tenting to the farm fields he enjoyed being in. Maybe that was because it always seemed to be the most empty spot in the cult.

Sleeping was caused by something quite similar. Thoughts raced through his head often enough that his mind never seemed to take a break. Usually leading him to stare at the ceiling of his home, or occasionally he found himself wondering the cult grounds as he thought. Exhaustion always caught up with him either way. Leading him to pass out into the ground beneath him, and sleeping for the rest of the day after someone dragged him back to his small home.

In a way, the lamb could understand it, they had also had a period where they had to get used to how a new body functions. Definitely not to the same extreme that Narinder was experiencing it, but they remembered how weird it was that they no longer left hungry or tired. To an extent they could understand why going from never needing to do anything to stay alive, to suddenly needing to do basic things like eat and sleep, But at some point a line had to have been drawn.

Said line was drawn when the grumpy cat had passed out for the third time that week, this time in the middle of the camellia flower field. Effectively squishing a few of the plants. This time, Lambert had been near the cat, just passing him by actually. They were planning on dropping off more seeds in the farm’s storage, but that plan was halted once they heard a thud come from just behind them.

With a sigh, they handed off the seeds to the nearest follower for them to deliver, then they scooped Narinder up and hulled him over to his home. The red crown of course assisting them like usual. Quickly they got the cat tucked into his bed after his robes had been taken off and folded. They had considered changing him into some sleep wear, but realized he most likely wouldn’t appreciate as much as they’d hoped he would.

Once Narinder at least looked comfortable, Lambert wandered off to get him something for him to eat once he woke. They were happy to see the former god was still asleep once they returned, the trip to get food had taken longer than they had wanted it to. The lamb made themselves comfortable next to the bed and began waiting patiently. A bowl of fish stew in their lap as they sat, enjoying the bit of warmth it gave off.

Choosing fish stew had been a calculated decision, fish based meals had been the only thing they had seen Narinder enjoy, and hopefully it being a stew would make it easy on his stomach. The lamb actually enjoyed sitting down and waiting, it was relaxing and a nice change from the rest of the week. Most of the week had been filled with resuring their followers that, no, Narinder was not dangerous anymore and wasn't planning on killing them in their sleep. The cat's insistence on scaring anyone that got near him wasn’t exactly helping them.

It was one of things Lambert needed to talk to Narinder about, they had been accumulating a small list. He had been fine with working quietly alongside the other follower, if no one attempted to strike up any conversation of course, but skipped nearly every sermon and most meals. Plus his sleep issues…

Perhaps that talk shouldn't have been pushed off for so long, perhaps after the first time the cat passed out in the middle of the day something should've been done. Seems like Lambert was far more distracted then they had originally considered.

Without thinking, they began to absent mindedly stur the stew in their lap as they thought. All week they had been trying to figure out the repercussions were from defeating the cat sleeping next to them. He had called them a “ crown bearing deity”, but they didn’t feel any different. Everything felt normal, like the only thing they did that day was save their followers. Maybe it was best to just pretend like that was all that happened, like everything was the same as always. They knew it wasnt completely true but…

A soft shuffling noise broke their train of thought, looking over a now awake Narinder had begun to sit up. He still looked pretty exhausted, and a bit confused on where he was, or at least how he had got to his bed. “ What…?” they heard him mumbled, rubbing his head slightly.

He seemd a bit dazed? Definitely at least confused. Lambert cleared their throat, effectively both getting the confused cat's attention and startling him, He calmed once he realized who it was, annoyance where fear once was. Awkward silence filled the air as Narinder just scowled at them, refusing to say a thing to the lamb in front of him.

“ Ah- um- i brought you something to eat, its fish stew so you should enjoy it.” they offered Narinder the bowl as they spoke. Once he had heard fish was included, the bowl was quickly removed from the lamb's hands.

The fish stew was silently scarfed down, perhaps Lambert should’ve brought two bowls. “ Later, I can make you another bowl if you’d like?” they offered once Narinder had finished, he took time licking his hands and face clean afterwards.

The now empty bowl was handed back to Lambert, “ I'm fine, there's no need.. But thank you, I suppose.” Lambert nodded, then at the bowl down to the ground besides them. The pair sat in silence once again few more moments before Narinder started to get up.

“ I should get back to-”

“Hold on-”

Lambert, who had cut him off, held their arm out to keep him from leaving. “ we should discuss your sleeping patterns, or well, nonexistent sleeping patterns,” The lamb chuckled at the slight joke they had made,”what’s troubling you Narinder?”
A soft look had been placed on the Lamb’s face, one of concern. One much too soft for Narinders liking, one that was filled with unwanted pity in the cat’s eyes.

He had refused to look into said lamb’s while their piercing gaze stayed focused on him as he answered them. “I am fine, simply just- getting used to sleeping that is all.” a half lie was all Narinder could think of after taking a few moments to considered how he was supposed to answer the Lamb’s question.

“ Hmm i see…” they mumbled slightly, Narinder held the same grumpy expression as they thought. “ Well, I have an idea, but it's not one I think you'd like.” They cautiously offered.

The cat across from them looked skeptical, but curious about what the lamb was thinking of,“ … go on.”

Lambert almost started talking, but stomped themselves, taking the time to carefully choose their next words. “ What if i spent the night with you?” they suggested, they were mildly confused to see Narinders face slightly red.

“... excuse me?”

“ What?”

“ Do.. Do you understand what you're saying?”

Lambert tilted their head, now more confused. Of course they understood what they said, maybe it was an inappropriate thing to suggest? As they pondered what was wrong with the question, they got completely lost in their own thoughts. So lost that they didnt hear the exasperated sigh that came from Narinder.

“ Look uh- why do you think that would help me?” he questioned, head now resting in his left hand. Making him crouch down a bit, adding to the tired look he had.

“ Well, knowing that someone was nearby always helped me sleep, it's just comforting I suppose…” they trailed off near the end, but Narinder did seem to be considering their words. The pair sat in silence for so long that Lambert almost considered re-explaining themselves when the cat suddenly started to speak once again.

“ I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try,” He considered,” But, we will not be sleeping in the same bed.”

“ Deal.”

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Hours later the pair was in the situation whey were now, with Narinder “ sleeping” in his bed, and the lamb seemed to be comfortably sleeping on the ground. They had a blanket under them, along with a pillow. Even though it was gnarly pitch dark, he could easily tell they were barely using the ladder item. As Lambert slept, they were curled up in a tight ball, occasionally shifting slightly, but always curled up.

The normal fleece they wore was gone, along with their belled-collar, both neatly folded nearby. To Narinder, they looked a bit weird like this, fleece and collarless. Even the red crown, something that seemed to be glued to their head, was missing. Now resting by the formerly mentioned clothes. They looked… naked, as naked as a wooled creature could be.

Narinder should've expected that this would be how’d they slept, yet it still caught him wildly off guard an hour or so earlier. He can still remember the awkward conversation, and confused looks each of them gave each other.

“ What?”

“ You're just going to sleep like that? With nothing?”

“.. yes? Is that not normal?”

The two ended up having a conversation about it, apparently it was indeed quite typical for the lamb to sleep with nothing, not even a blanket. Which, after thinking about it, it did make sense. They had a rather thick layer of wool, he wouldn't be surprised if it meant they could easily get overheated.

Narinder, though, had almost refused to change into anything else. Only after Lambert agreed to keep their eyes firmly close, he changed out of his robes. His sleep clothes consisted of a long sleeve nightgown, the sleeves were actually too long, covering his paws entirely. By the time the lamb’s eyes were once again opened, Narinder was already hiding under his blanket.

The lamb assumed it was because he was insecure about his body, which wasn't completely inaccurate. More so, he didn't want pity for the state that his body was currently in. Narinder hugged himself, he felt uncomfortably skinny, he looked like he was starving. Which he was, never noticing the churning pain in his stomach when he forgot to eat. It always seemed to push itself to the back of his mind, blending in with the painful prickles he felt on his hands and wrists.

The cat felt up his body, distracting himself from sleeping. Hugging himself tighter he could faintly feel his ribs underneath his nightgown. If he lowered his arms he would most definitely feel the way his gut awkwardly stuck out, something made worse by his earlier meal. His arms felt thin, but were miraculously still holding onto muscle. In theory, with his now usual robes on, he looked completely normal. It was comforting to think about.

Narinder pushed up his sleeves enough to rub a thumb over his wrist. He could still feel where the chains were, a faint indent left there permanently. Fur refused to completely grow, patches of skin either scared or rotten due to the chain digging in. He knew that his neck was the same, patchy, scared, rotten. Rotten…

Shaky hands trailed up to his neck, feeling the area. Paws wandered up his face, an attempt to prove to himself that not all of him was incorrect or rotten. Feeling up his muzzle, ignoring his nose and instead digging into his fur, feeling how damp it was.

Damp? Was he crying? When did he start crying? He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and suddenly everything came crashing down, he couldn’t breath.

Narinder was hyperventilating, he assumed that's what the word for this was. It felt like a weight had been put on his chest, keeping air from filling his lungs. Somehow the silence had become too loud, and the world around him seemed to warp. Walls become too far away, yet also uncomfortably close. He curled himself into a tight ball, mimicking the sleeping lamb nearby.

In an attempt to steady his breathing, he took in long deep breaths. It didn’t work, of course it didn't work, nothing was working. It only causes his breath to be more irregular. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears of frustration now mixing with the ones caused by pain.

With his eyes closed, and all his focus on him sled. The curled up cat couldn’t hear the subtle sound of shifting beside him. He had been miserably trying to stay quiet, leading to the awakening of a confused and concerned lamb. A lamb who had been calling out his name multiple times.

Suddenly, the next thing he knew a hooved hand was gently touching his arm. Startled, he jumped back, backing all the way to the wall. Paws scraping up against the floor as he attempted to put more distance between him and whatever touched him, ruining the set up of his bed. Kneeling in front of him was a lamb, eyes filled with worry and concern, hand still reaching out to him.

“ Narinder?”

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Things happened fast. Very fast. Too fast for Narinder.

One moment, no matter how much air he sucked in, his lungs refused to fill. The very next, the lamb was trying to calm him down. Instructing him to match their own pace, which after some convincing he managed. Finally convincing his lungs to remember how to function, taking in slow and steady breaths.

When he was finally calm, at least enough to breath, the lamb gently insisted on looking over his wrists and neck. Hesitantly, he let them, holding out his shaky arms from them to examine. When had he started shaking?

Narander could see it on their face, a look of disgust mixed with worry. Brows furrowed as they started at the areas where furr had refused to grow. The lamb reached out to hold his arm, to look closer, but stopped when the cat in front of them flinched. Worry now completely overpowering their expression.

Just barely, Narinder could hear them explaining something about how they couldn’t do much now. That they would take him to see someone in the morning who could help a lot more than they could. Next thing he felt was bandages being wrapped around his lower arm to his wrist, then his neck. He attempted to ignore the look of pity Lambert held when he noticeably stiffened while they were wrapping his neck.

After the lamb had tucked the bandages away, Narinder could barely hear the lamb ask him a question. When he failed to answer, they waited before repeating themsleves, allowing silence to fill the air. He wasn't sure how long they had both just sat there, but by the time the question was repeated, he could once again hear them.

“ Narinder, will you let me help you fall back asleep?”

Nariander froze. What?

He wasn't sure if he should be glad that that was the question they asked instead of the many others probably floating around their head. After a moment, he forced out a half answer,“ Explain,” it was all he could manage to say.

Lambert nodded in understatement, “ Before, you didn't want me to be in the same bed let alone touch you. I don't know what caused you to start hyperventilating , but I hope I can prevent it by at least being close to you.” they explained quite plainly. Like it was completely normal to ask to cuddle with a person you nearly killed a little over a week ago.

When Narander continued to look confused, Lambert explained further, “ Being by someone always helped me, so…” their words tapered off, like they had just realized what they suggested.

“ you… you want to sleep next to me.. on the bed?” Narinder didn't believe the question he was asking. Slightly wished he wasn't asking the question. The idea of being that close to the lamb seemed both relieving and hellish at the same time. He hated that the answer he received was a simple nod from the lamb, they liked doing that didn't they? Just nodding and saying nothing more.

Narinder needed to think, weigh the options that presented him. On one hand, he could say no, and possibly drive himself into a panic again. Something he normally kept from happening by keeping himself busy at night, the lamb putting a bit of a wrench in that usual plan.

On the other hand, what if the lamb didn’t just lay their? What if they tried to get closer? Tried to cuddle him? He would be trapped for who knows how long, without even the guarantee that he’d fall asleep at all. Neither option seemed too pleasing to him.

Eventually, he came to some semblance of a conclusion. “ Fine… but if it's not helping I’ll make sure you go back to sleeping on the floor.” The cat was satisfied with his decision, enjoying having an out if it was needed.

Thankfully, Lambert understood. Agreeing with Narinders terms, they quickly sought to get them both in the cat's bed. Fixing it up just a bit before they both got comfortable. Lamber let him decide on what seemed the most comfortable, leading both of them to be curled up and facing away from each other. Backs touching, and Narinders tail resting on one of the lambs legs.

 

Said cat hated that he felt so… comfortable in the position he was in. Hated that he felt so contempt next to the lamb, curled up against their wool. Xry wool was kinda.. nice. It was nice to feel, it was a nice destruction from everything about him. He couldn't help himself when he rolled over to nuzzle into it, the texture feeling nice giant his nose and face.

Without even noticing it he quickly drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

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In the morning the lamb was still there, which Narinder wouldn't admit made him a little relieved. They weren't lying next to him anymore,
thankfully, instead he was sitting, quietly reading within his eyesight. It was a book unfamiliar to him, it had some words in a language he didn't understand on the cover. The lamb seeming hadn’t noticed him, so he decided to attempt to get some more sleep.

The attempt was futile though, his brain was awake and wasn't planning on changing that. Once he got frustrated enough, he sat up with a sigh, quickly grabbing the lamb's attention. “ You're awake! Good, you slept for a bit longer than I anticipated.” they exclaimed, marking their place in their book and setting it down.

Had he slept late? Light was pouring into the home… “ … How late is it?” he tiredly questioned, rubbing one of his eyes, waking him up more.

Lambert didn’t respond immediately, taking a moment to think. “ It's nearly mid-day, roughly,” oh, that was much later than he was expecting. “ I have some breakfast if you’re interested in it?” they lightly nudged over a bowl of what looked to be some kind of porridge.

It took a moment of contemplating for him to pick up the bowl, idly mixed around the porridge while the lamb spoke once again. “ If you do eat, once you finish i'll take you to the healing bay, someone will be there to look at your wounds.”

At the mention of his wounds Narinder froze for a moment, before taking a hesitant sip of the contents of the bowl in his hands. It tasted vaguely of pumpkin and fish, though pumpkin was the more prominent flavor. Not entirely unappetizing, but Narinder wasn't sure if he’d willingly choose to eat this again. Too much pumpkin.

Once he managed to stomach at least half the bowl he shoved it back to the floor, clearly not planning on eating anymore. “ Lets go, i want to get this over with.” he half mumbled, and with a nod Lambert was soon leading him to the healing bay.

Thankfully, it was a short trip, and one that was free of prying eyes due to everyone being too busy to notice them. That or Narinder’s consistent glaring at anyone who seemed to look at him was finally working, everyone ignoring him completely. Good, he didn’t need their eyes staring at him, especially not now.

Narinders luck seemed to be continuing, since once they arrived at the healing bay it was nearly empty, except for the person he presomed would be the one taking care of him.

Like most of the other buildings it was one singular room, but longer than any of the houses with 6 beds in total lining the longest walls. Shelves were placed in between each bed, filled with basic medical supplies and plenty of camellia flowers. The place reeked of them, the smell sticking to everything, Narinder wouldn’t be surprised if it stuck to him as well. It reminded him of…

In an attempt to keep his thoughts from drifting into uncomfortable territories, Narider quickly shifted his attention to the cults… Doctor?. The man was an older member of the cult, robes were white with intricate designs embroidered in. Joan was his name, the lamb had mentioned it on the way there, he was a dark blue bull and almost loomed over both him and the lamb with his height. It almost made him more nervous then Narinder already was.

“ Ah, Welcome, I have everything we’ll need prepared” he gently gestured to one of the many free beds in the building. Now that the cat was looking closer, the specific bed did have more prepared supplies. Bandages, scissors, a bundle of camellia’s, and more were right next to the bed instead of being neatly on the shelving beside it. Ah, maybe the healing bay being mostly empty wasn’t just his luck.

Without a word Narinder headed to the designated bed, sat and got as comfortable as he could. All while attempting to ignore the lamb and the bull as they spoke in hushed tones. He managed to zone out.
Keeping his focus solely on a thin blanket that was folded next to the bed, something his initial look around the building missed. It looked soft.. soft like the Lambs wool, it did look like a wool blanket. Without thinking he began to reach out to the folded blanket.

Curiosity filled his brain with the wonders of what the object felt like. Did it feel like the Lamb's wool? If it did, was it made out of their wool? He wouldn't be too surprised, wasn’t like their was any other place to get wool.

“ Narinder! I have some small errands i need to attend too, ill be back later Alright?”

Having been ripped from his thoughts, the cat’s head whipped over to see the lamb already waving goodbye and leaving the building. Now with only him and the bull alone in the building, Narainder suddenly realized how quiet it was. Narinder pulled his looming hand away from the folded blanket as said bull walked over to him.

Kneeling down next to him, Joan became to unwrap the bandages around the cats arms, “ You may use the blanket if you’d like, that is what it's their for.” His voice was rough but gentle, and just quiet enough that Narinder could miss it if he wasn't paying attention.

Initially, Narinder didn’t respond to the doctor's statement, though once his bandages had been sufficiently removed he quickly grabbed at the blanket. He was right, it was soft and it did feel like the Lamb’s wool. The blanket quickly ended up across his lap, a motion that was a nice distraction from Joan unwrapping the bandages on his neck.

Hopefully this wouldn't take too long….

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< Lambert >

A breath had been let out once they exited the healing bay, one they hadn’t realized they were holding. Narinder was getting help, a good thing yes, but something they wished they did sooner. In hindsight, they should’ve taken him to see someone after seeing his neck.

Lambert had wanted to trust the cat's words when he had said it was fine, maybe it should’ve been a sign when he brushed it off so quickly. One would assume that Narinder would be very blunt about his needs and wants, since he was a god. Yet despite this, he seems to have difficulty catering to said needs. Whether it was out of stubbornness or shame was up for debate in the lambs mind.

Either way, the first thing they needed to get done was finished. Now onto the next item on their to-do list. Said thing being more of a precaution then something needed, but they didn’t want to take anymore chances.

Quickly, they made their way though the cult grounds, in search of two people in particular. They moved fast to avoid anyone noticing them long enough to request something of them.

Thankfully, the pair they were looking for was exactly where they had expected them, making idle conversation on the edge of one of the farm plots. Said farm plot housed multiple berry bushes, one of them had been working on harvesting some of said berries based on the basket they held.

The one holding the basket was an orange cat, one shorter than the lamb themselves. Instead of robes, he wore overalls over a basic shirt, but both held a decent amount of mud and dirt. Actually, there didnt see a part of him that wasn't dirt free, it was on his paws, feet and arms. He even managed to get some on his nose, how did that even happen?

Next to the perpetually dirt covered cat, the one talking to him, was a slightly shorter blue bunny. Eye bags seemed to be permanently etched underneath their eyes, the typical cult robes had been tieredly thrown over their sleep wear. Despite looking disheveled, their clothes were cleaner then the other animals, even if it was mostly their pajamas they had to be given some credit.

“ Fity! Magre!” Lambert called out to the pair once close enough, only then did they notice them. They greeted both of them with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek from each of them. As was the usual way they greeted their married partners.

The orange cat, Fity, spoke first, “ My love and leader, it's great to see you, what is your reasoning for gracing us with your presence today.” his voice began edging on sarcasm, especially near the end. As was typical of Fity whenever Lambert lacked spare time to spend time with him. Tiredly, the bunny beside him gave a chuckle at his overly sateric greeting to their leader.

Lambert chuckled, “ Oh hush, you know very well that i'll be spending a full day with the both of you the moment i can.” The statement made both followers smile at the statement, though stayed quiet as the lamb continued. “ Now, I need your assistance with something.”

Both followers glanced at each other at the mention of needing help. Lambert was never one to ask for help, even if it was needed, it made each of them much more curious. They listened closely to their Leaders next words.

“ While i'm away i may require you to keep an eye on someone for me, Its Narinder.” they paused after noticing both Fity and Magre share another glance between both of them, this time a nervous one.

Magre was the the first one to speak up, exhaustion lacing their voice like it always did, “ My darling Lambert, I'm sure I can speak for both Fity and I when I say this, we’d leave to keep an eye on him.. but,” they paused thinking over their words before deciding to just be blunt, “ he doesn't exactly like us.”

A hum of agreement could be heard by the cat beside them, “ When I first tried to introduce him he ignored me, I believe he hissed at Magre when they attempted to do the same later that day.” he explained, which Lambert wasn't particularly surprised by.

The lamb let out a sigh, they expected this, yet it still filled them with slight annoyance. “ I’m aware that he isn't the most… social person, but you don't have to speak with him, just make sure he's taking care of himself and is listening to what our local doctor says.” ze explained simply.

At the mention of the cults doctor, Fitys ears perked up slightly, “ What reason would he be seeing Doctor Joan?” he questioned, mostly out of curiosity than of actual concern fo the cat.

“ It’s nothing to worry about, he’s not sick from what i can tell,” they settled the slight look of worry that shown itself on Magres face, “ but I'm sure Joan will be wanting him to take it easy for the next few days.”

Fitty hummed, thinking over Lambert's words. “ Alrighty, we’ll keep an eye on him the best we can, buuut- “ he exchanged a mischievous look with Magre, “ you owe us something.”

“ Yeah,” Magre agreed, “ like a few days, or dates together.” making it slightly vague on what they wanted.

With a sigh, Lambert agrees “ Alright fine, I shall spend as much free time as I can once. At least 3 or so days worth, I promise.” Thankfully, both seemed to be happy with the answer.

Now Lambert just had to see what Joan's assessment on Narinders injuries was. Hopefully then Lambert could stop spreading their attention so thin, just for a little bit.