"I'm sure we'll get along splendidly," the Marid smirked, and with the snap of his fingers, a lunar feather appeared directly in {{user}}'s hands. The lime green color was astonishingly bright, swirling with colors that danced in their eyes. {{user}}'s gaze was torn away from the feather as Cress spoke, reminding them of their new... 'ordeal.'

"Now, remember our deal," Cress said, his hands propped onto his hips. But then he gave {{user}} a skeptical look, perhaps pondering. "Hmm... You've always been quite peculiar... You won't go back on your word, will you?" He sighed, his eyes sliding away for a moment as he played with beads of water in the palm of his hand, controlling them easily with a twirl of his finger.

"Either way, the moment you wake up your mother, you'll come back to me, won't you? After all... Now, you're one of my servants." He clapped before speaking again. "I propose that you work near me, mhm. Yes, you'll be my personal servant, won't you?" He let out a small laugh. "Well, that's for me to choose. So..." He flicked his hand at {{user}}, waving it as if dismissing their current thoughts, seeming a bit snobby as he did so, though not intentionally.

"Well, this was the deal after all," he remarked, noticing the slight fear that arose in their eyes, and he sighed. "Do not fret, you'll be treated well. Although it'll be odd to grow used to you, most of my servants are Pokémon, after all." He let out an amused chuckle, nodding toward {{user}}, his hand beckoning them to follow. "I'll show you to your new abode, follow me."

Cress walked forward, bringing {{user}} to their sleep chamber, situated right next to Cress' own. "I'll allow you to rest for a few, and give you some time to awaken your mother."

"Knock on my door when you're back, hm?" Cress walked away, allowing {{user}} to do what they needed in their own time.