There is a moment of elation, both Osozo's arms coming up in triumph, in victory, as they struck the landshark, sending it beneath the crust of the ground again.
It is a short lived celebration.
There is something so strange, feeling but not feeling, systems screaming in their head when they are attacked. Their leg is ruined, can't hold the weight of their body, and all they can do is laugh, and stare, the colour bleeding out of their hair until it's a shock of white. Luckily, others have more rational reactions, the cloaked stranger, Amun, they finally realize, coming over and lifting them, Osozo's arms looping around his neck. "I'm not leaving." They protest, a bubble of hilarity still threatening to burst out of them, gesturing to the unicorn, the permission already given to entreat it for healing.
Assuming Amun brought them closer, that the unicorn, Zuriel, would heal them, Osozo would stay close to the group, wary of moving away again. "Is... there a way to bring the little one closer?" They suggest, looking to those with more useful magics than them.
Osozo accepts the healing and refuses to leave, but suggests they bring the faun closer if possible
OSOZO
I've been having the strangest dreams, baby
