Memories of how they had travelled before came to Philomel's mind. The way it had felt - a rush of energy and an explosion of feelings. Warmth, discomfort, weirdness, a tickling sensation; it all came back as the vague light sung to them a welcoming song. Not one that was exactly vocal, but rather a simple emotion that might as well have been a melody. Philomel was not used to the sisters entirely yet, however, but knew that their power was vast and mysterious. She still did not quite understand entirely what they were, but had come to the reasoning that it was best to leave it at lesser questions asked than have her brain explode.

After all, she had enough things to know, and not knowing what exactly Lillith, Ruby and their likely other siblings were (it had been hinted at before), with their apparent reincarnations and bonds, was fine for her. For now. It was fine for her to know that they were her friends, and meant good to her. After all, they did not seek to fully understand what Veridian was, or what Philomel's exact bond with her own goddess was.

Looking back at her two darling companions, the faun paused before nodding. She gestured before turning herself and walking backwards to an uneasy Delath. "Come on," she said gently, "It will be fine."

The earth dragon, however, began to shake his head, letting out a puff of smoke from his nose. It was not quite that from a firesy dragon, but it had the breath of an average living being on a bittery cold morning. That was, aside from the fact it was not quite cold enough for that. Instead, Veridian was usually the one to be associated with heat. The fiery fox was chittering at the moment, half teasing Delath for being afraid of the teleportation bubble that he himself was perfectly find with.

"Fox been through before," the dragon rumbled, "Not fair. Magic not-"

"Darling," Philomel sighed, coming to his nose and running a hand up the hardened and bumpy skin gently. He did feel warm under her fingers somewhat. Bending down to kiss his nose as he made worried noises she gently gazed into his eyes. "It is fine. They are friends. They mean no harm to any of us."

"Ground better," Delath huffed.

She continued to rub his snout for a while longer, before she found the desperate look in his eyes was not waning. Sighing, she nodded and removed her hands from his snout.

"Fine. We will see you there, or see you at home later." Bending down she leant to reach for the paper and the diary she had been writing before. Briefly, she looked at it before rolling her eyes at herself and stuffing it into her satchel. Turning to Veridian she asked, "I am assuming you are fine with this?"

The fox's eyes brightened. In answer to her question he turned tail and began to pound towards the portal. Philomel nodded and looked back to Delath. "Home then?"

He moaned, but nodded. She gave him one last smile before she twisted away herself, running a hand through her hair. For a moment she watched, seeing Veridian quite happily leap and fly into the sphere - then abruptly disappear. It was like the world had summoned him away - yet it was all fine. Nodding, one last time she waved a goodbye to Delath before running, her hooves pounding on the ground. And it was with those strides that the last adventurer sped towards the portal ...

And was carried into their collective attempt of trying to find an answer to their identity crisis.