*a cuckoo clock goes off on the wall and a terrified cuckoo bird suddenly screeches the time*

Ah, spring. It's time for annual physicals.

*she scratches her five o'clock shadow as she gathers medical files*

*crashes into the brawl holding a list of checkup victims in one feeler and something that looks quite invasive & embarrassing in the other*

*probably fighting other Changelings at this point * *she's got a quota to meet!*

*stopped eating all the dust a long time ago*

*digging through a battered filing cabinet in the medical wing* *Iaso has been busy, it seems*

*slithers over to Iaso's chair and snuffles it* *sniffsniffs the air, even though she doesn't have any nostrils*

*mane toss* *does a weird dance across the room and out into the long hallway*

>:c

*rifling through a box of lightbulbs, test tubes and other glass objects* *one long feeler scratches her nogging*

*scratching her chin and staring into a cracked mug* *isn't totally sure what's in it, besides a floundering gnat*

*staaaares down into the mug* *takes a great big drink*

*peels a bandaid off her leg and drops it into her mug* *swirls it around*

*wrapping loose bandages around a stick* *tilting her head back and forth as she listens to the link*

< Lightbulbs. >

< faint radio static >

*sits quietly in the inky blackness of a deep cave, still in a way that only insects can be, eyes open, ears perked*

*there is no breeze here, only the deep, faraway hum of the world*

*she's not totally sure what's happened, she is only certain that they must survive*