shelter from the sun

"f-f-f-elt...." The Prince paused to think. It tried to introspect, but it hadn't been designed with such things in mind, and so it found it incredibly difficult. Instead of finding emotions and insights, it merely felt the rumbling of its stomach, ever and always gassy. In response, the Prince farted dramatically: a wet and loud sound. Startled by both the sound and smell it receded farther back into the corner with a whimper. Uncertain, the Prince stews silently in a cloud of its own noxious gases before its tongue stretches out to take the amulet from Amalia. Not that they can see, but for a moment it almost looks like it is going to eat it, before reaching out to clutch it in a grubby webbed hand. Absolutely nothing happens.