Oozing. Faster. That's all Eruka can really do at the moment, a small puddle of translucent ooze that slithers faster in the direction that the tadpole and its riders departed in.

That, and conceal her soul as much as she can, praying desperately that Lilith's in no state to mind something so inconsequential. Don'tseemedon'tseemedon'tseeme--