Mas puddles around the kitchen, singing wildly about dawarves in the far mountains. He pokes his head out. "Egads, Kaeda! We can't eat that it's ALIVE!! AHOOHOO!!"
Mas appears at once, gasping for air and covered in tape. "AH MY HONEYGIBLETS! Forgive me for being late to cocoa time! There was a mishap in early Christmas wrapping. I fear the furbies have escaped."
"Honey face? Have you been hearing the weird hissing in the vents? Do you think it's the vent possums again? Should I pull out the trusty Possum Stick again?"
He gallops up to @Mlp_Luster, wheezing. "I packed you a lunch and I saw you pirouetting in the clouds! I thought I'd pop by!" He says cheerfully, dumping a picnic basket at her hooves.
"Well. Keep trying, or be sad, m'dear! It doesn't make sense to give up so easily! You are literally capable of investigating without being seen, control your own destiny! Or don't! The choice is youuuurs!"
"Well, obviously something happened, Dust! That doesn't sound like her! Maybe a spell went wrong! Ace told me she doesn't have a horn anymore? Something odd is going on, don't you want to investigate?"