Gobo half stirred at the change and as they took flight, though he didn't have any significant reaction of his own, itself still worrying. He was only faintly aware of the trip back to the manor, of being received by the others and set up between a blanket and a low-set heating pad. This was to bring him back from the brink slowly, to prevent shock, and Wembley likewise set up beside him.
From there it was a confusing while for the Fraggle, the true time spent unclear in a sea of foggy images and distant voices, the occasional clear dose of warm liquid, then back into unconsciousness. When he finally roused into lucidity it was light outside, and quiet; the storm had gone. He looked up and around them, recognizing the manor, then let his head sink back with a soft groan.
...Then almost immediately sit back up, looking around him in panic.
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From there it was a confusing while for the Fraggle, the true time spent unclear in a sea of foggy images and distant voices, the occasional clear dose of warm liquid, then back into unconsciousness. When he finally roused into lucidity it was light outside, and quiet; the storm had gone. He looked up and around them, recognizing the manor, then let his head sink back with a soft groan.
...Then almost immediately sit back up, looking around him in panic.
"Wembley?? Wembley-!!"