One of the Lumas floats off to explore by herself, only to stumble upon the comatose creature. She chirps in alarm and races off to go find the rest of her family.
Soon enough, the three Lumas and Rosalina hover over the avian, each of them silent. The woman leans down to get a better look and asses her to make sure that she hasn’t acquired any injuries.
She seemed to be in perfect health, but for the discoloration of her feathers around where the metal became flesh.
Rosalina crosses her arms and taps her hips with her wand.
“ωєℓℓ, ωє ¢єятαιηℓу ¢αη'т נυѕт ℓєανє нєя нєяє. ρєянαρѕ ωє ѕнσυℓ∂ яєтυяη тσ тнє σвѕєяναтσяу αη∂ ρяσνι∂є ¢αяє ƒσя нєя тнєяє?”
The avian’s breathing was normal, so at least she was alive. Her eyelids quivered too, so her brain was fully active and dreaming.
“нєу ℓσσк, ѕнє мσνє∂ α вιт! нєя єуєѕ ∂ι∂ ѕσмєтнιηg!”
The blue Luma pushes the yellow Luma out of the way to chime in.
“ѕнσυℓ∂ ωє тяу тσ ωαкє нєя υρ? мαмα, тяу тσ ρσкє нєя ωιтн уσυя ωαη∂!”
Rosalina sighs and purses her lips.
“ѕєттℓє ∂σωη ησω. ℓєт υѕ ωαιт ƒσя нєя тσ ωαкє ηαтυяαℓℓу, тнєη ωє ¢αη ѕєє ιƒ ѕнє'ѕ ωєℓℓ σя ιƒ ѕнє ηєє∂ѕ αѕѕιѕтαη¢є.”
The avian seemed to be coming out of unconsciousness and into sleep, mumbling and rolling onto her side.