The statue follows the basic rules of being a statue, staying where it was the last time Voidtreckers came through, when they first arrived. Head bowed with horns that twist wonderfully around the back and upwards, hands on their laps with long-tipped claws, palms facing towards the sky.

Unobtrusive to some. For Potato too, perhaps. But They know about this world, the changes taking place in it. The energies that have arrived, how they conflict and fight just to stubbornly co-exist. A refusal to do so.

They know the state Potato is in, taking in their world's energy into themselves. A body not adapted.

It is not immediate, but as Potato rests there, a calm will come about them. A link made with the energy inside her, and slowly at first - it is drawn out. Some extra, along the way, but nothing damaging, or weakening. The statue becomes warm for it, in a way meaning to be comfortable, and small tiny white flowers start to sprout about in the grass. A light smell like vanilla, but just a few.

Linger, Potato. It's not a quick transfer of energy, but They will make it as comfortable as it can.