"P-PDP wait--!" Tavlin shouts, but his Master had already darted off back into the battle of the brats. The Slime exhaled a deep sigh, causing his form to droop a little, almost into a puddle.<br/><br/>"...?" he sprouted back to his normal thin-like blobby posture and turned around, seeing Lady Nekoko speaking with the mysterious winged whose healing spell he had completely ignored, and decided to go listen.