Darren gets to see various corpses during his search. That's - a bit disturbing, but okay. Medallion, that is the thing he's after, and he just got it. He'll worry about the disturbing implications of this entire trip later.
He flies back to Savannah and Bella.
Bella is still snoozing on the slowly melting ice, head resting on her re-clawed left forepaw, wings folded tightly to her back and tail coiled around a rear leg.
Landing, Darren gently slips the medallion over her head. Where it belongs.
"I have no idea. I put it in darkness but it's not like there was a way that I could check. I'm waiting for it to wear off and then seeing if it's gone or not."
"If I knew that, it'd be dead already. If that didn't work I'll - try something else. I'll kill it."
And then they silently agree to spend the time waiting for Bella to wake up in silence.
"Hey," says Darren, gently. "Got your medallion back, figured out a - weakness the ink monster has. It doesn't like darkness, so I hit it with a darkness spell, we're not sure if it's dead now or not. Thus, why the lights are off."
"No idea how to domesticate it?" Bella yawns, scooting closer to him.
He wants it to die because of that. It's a subtle thing, now, he's not as angry now that Bella is obviously safe and healthy, but it certainly hasn't gone away.
"I don't think it was very smart. Maybe a little brighter than a dog." She puts her wing around him, tucks her head under his chin, sighs.
"If I didn't kill it with the darkness spell, we can see about - trying to domesticate it," he says, dubiously.
"I'm - patching together clues - Savannah, did you eat that one guy's heart?"
She doesn't sound like she regrets it.
"Tempted to eat some others, here, since they're all dead anyway."
"And that let you pass for him - do you know how he was directing the monster?"
"Nope, no idea. I got - flashes of memories, but not all of them, I know he likes pumpkin pie, for instance. But not how he directed the ink monster. Sorry."
"Who he was working for?" tries Bella. She extends claws, scratches the ice with a horrible sound.
"I - don't have enough to go off of. I got the voice, it was soft and quiet but it echoed across the entire room, almost like a whisper but sweeter. Rather unforgettable, so that's - something. I know dead-person was terrified of him, that he scrambled to do everything to make the boss happy. But other than that... Not much."
She's squeezed very tight to Darren, trembling a very little.