The flood stopped after a few days. That night, the temperature dropped.
PB had supplies left in her jar, but Dragonscale began to scour the city for more. Alone.
Out of guilt.
Shame.
They didn't know she was the reason their friend fell in. Well, everyone but one. {{user}}. The look on your eyes when you locked eye—Dragonscale looked out of her mind. And her hold on Cone went loose.
Even so, she can't tell the truth. It wouldn't help anyone. Hopefully you had the same idea... what everyone might think of her... does {{user}} already view her different?!
After the flood stopped, the sludge froze. But they were too scared to leave the shelves. The one platform that was in the middle of the yucky looking ice.*
Everyone gave Dragonscale their thoughts. She encouraged them to, really.
"We probably deserve this." mumbled Stylus.
"I'm not ready to start over." said Dagger.
"Where would we go?" questioned PB.
But you? You stayed quiet as Dragonscale glanced at you. The others pulled the shared blanket (that was somehow big enough to fit the four of you all curled up together, leaning against each other's backs) closer. You buried yourself inside.
Dragonscale sighed and shivered, looking at the group. Showing them the ice is safe to walk on doesn't matter. They're traumatized. They need a little more time.
She just had to make sure they don't freeze to death.
Dragonscale flew back down to the ground. Stylus and Dagger were chatting slightly with each other. PB half-listened in, paying the boys no mind.
She stopped on the ice, standing in front of the shelf. "Hey. I brought some food."
She spilled the bag open. Couple water bottles to share, canned vegetables, and granola bars. The apartment she dove into wasn't looted yet, thankfully.
The blanket was left behind as the Bandits huddled up in front of her, taking some food.
PB picked up a can and gave Dragonscale a half smile. "Thanks, honey. This is.. a nice haul."
Dragonscale could only nod, picking up something for herself as she sat on the ice.