Nothing about to day has made sense to Athala, least of her reactions to this entire new situation her and Aragibal have found themselves in. And speaking of Aragibal... She would never willingly let him this close and yet... Athala does not resist as he pull her into his lap, or as his arms wrap around her and her rests his cheek on her head. Multiple physical tethers even as the kits in her arms start to cry themselves into exhaustion.

"Limsa and the Must seems like a good idea." Athala agrees, voice quiet and exhausted.

Athala slowly pushes herself up out of Aragibal's lap, taking care not to jostle the Miqittens, and walks back towards Sleipnir and Fenrir. Fenrir approaches Atha, poking his snout into the fur with a curious whine. Atha pushes Fenrir back, not wanting to reawaken the children. "Fenrir, we're heading to Limsa."

Ara's offer to hold the children takes a moment to register as she realises that she had left her breastplate behind. Exchange made, she buckles it back on, "We're going to have to take a kid each, I can't take them both on Fenrir, and Sleipnir..." Twelve she wishes they could Teleport back but the kittens wouldn't be able to.

"I'll take the boy and you take the girl." Kids seperated, some miracle ensuring that they remained asleep, Atha climbed atop Fenrir and off they went, Fenrir charging through the sky behind Sleipnir.