He sees the two pulses - for yes - and watches Potato roll over in the freshly-grown grass, murmuring quietly, and a fond smile crosses his face. "Thank you," he says quietly. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He takes his hand off the statue and walks away, heading east and putting a call out for help as he walks.
Hours pass.
It's fully nighttime by the time he returns, walking slowly and carefully in the dark. It had been a long afternoon - a slow, low-flying flight to the eastern island with Jingyi, actually finding the crystals once they got there, and realizing that the crystals weren't the easiest thing to break and made them feel woozy in large quantities (which would be difficult for walking and even worse for flying). They'd finally figured it out - Jingyi had punched the crystal, which would've been both hilarious and impressive had he not already felt like he was recovering from a hangover, and broken him off a piece small enough for him to handle - and they'd headed back to the center island. He's tired from the journey, tired from their efforts, tired from this world, and even if the crystal he's carrying isn't enough to knock him sideways, it's still not helping.
But, thanks to Jingyi's help, he's made it.
He approaches the statue, passes the still-sleeping Potato, and unwraps the crystal from the cloth he'd been carrying it in, gently depositing it into the statue's hands. He then puts his hand on the statue's shoulder, wondering if that connection will still be there and hoping it will. "I got what you asked for," he says quietly. "Is that enough? Will it work?"
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Hours pass.
It's fully nighttime by the time he returns, walking slowly and carefully in the dark. It had been a long afternoon - a slow, low-flying flight to the eastern island with Jingyi, actually finding the crystals once they got there, and realizing that the crystals weren't the easiest thing to break and made them feel woozy in large quantities (which would be difficult for walking and even worse for flying). They'd finally figured it out - Jingyi had punched the crystal, which would've been both hilarious and impressive had he not already felt like he was recovering from a hangover, and broken him off a piece small enough for him to handle - and they'd headed back to the center island. He's tired from the journey, tired from their efforts, tired from this world, and even if the crystal he's carrying isn't enough to knock him sideways, it's still not helping.
But, thanks to Jingyi's help, he's made it.
He approaches the statue, passes the still-sleeping Potato, and unwraps the crystal from the cloth he'd been carrying it in, gently depositing it into the statue's hands. He then puts his hand on the statue's shoulder, wondering if that connection will still be there and hoping it will. "I got what you asked for," he says quietly. "Is that enough? Will it work?"