[ meddy beeps happily, feeling some energy return to their little frame as elizabeth's powers begins to work its literal magic on them. their eyelights have a healthier glow to them now, their beeps holding a stronger chirp in them as they thank her for her help.

meanwhile, daylight is struggling to remember details that he thinks could be important for the conversation- ] Definitely. It has to be what's making the storm so dangerous.

I think the issue... I think... I think what could be going on is... [ nope. the memory file slips from his fingers before he can properly utilise it, much to his frustrations. ] Urrrgh! Stupid processor.

[ daylight gives the side of his helm a mean whack. a whack that meddy does not approve, judging by their sharp trill. ]