Morty wasn't even trying to do anything this time. He was just fucking around with some cardboard, and okay, maybe it turned into an eldritch sigil of some kind, and then it blew up in his face, and now there's people in his room.
"We should probably get back to your dorm before Sky shows up and wonders where we are," Ariel realizes. "I forgot to leave a note. This was not a well-planned expedition."
"From my perspective this was probably the least planned day of my livesss." He stresses the s.
"Bye, Caduceus."
Dr. Tenent rolls her eyes, smiling. "Bye, Stormhammer."
Ariel takes them back to the dorm, where, indeed, someone is standing at Gav and Herod's door. The person looks like a sexless living statue carved from gold-veined marble, has grand feathery wings growing out of their back, and is currently wearing jean shorts and a baby tee.
"Hey Sky! Sorry for sending you here and then running away. This is Gav, I stole some of his blood, can you give it back?"
Sky rolls its eyes. "Hello, Ariel. Gav, do you consent to me healing you?"
"Hello, and yeah. Do you need contact or anything?" He offers his hand anyway.
"But thank you for offering... does eliminating scars costs you some sort of power reserve?"
"Ah, I do have some scars of no sentimental value. But they are not a priority problem."
"Doesn't she have enough powers?" Sky sighs.
"Hey!" Ariel objects. "It was primarily for the fact that it supposedly causes you to reincarnate when you die, for your information."
Sky raises its eyebrows. "Interesting. I won't be partaking, then."
Herod blinks. "Okay. I feel compelled to make a better sales pitch, but I don't want to push and I don't want actually have a pitch."