Waver had been preparing to leave--it was getting late, and both his partners were thoroughly worn out. Seemed as good a chance as any to escape, and he'd planned on taking it.

Until, of course, he caught a flash of pink out of the corner of his eyes that stopped him in his tracks. That wasn't...was it? She looked radically different, to be sure. (The tail was definitely new.) Waver didn't waste more than a few seconds standing around staring and almost immediately broke into a full-on sprint to close the considerable distance between them, instantly switching into full-on indignation.

"Where have you been?!" he demanded, with a strained note that might have suggested the shouting came from no small amount of genuine worry.