The professor licks his lips and watches the companions leave with a twinge of sadness, loss, and hunger. He begins to tear up and is suddenly overtaken by a wave of self-consciousness. "It's my fault... They're leaving because of me... I never should have..." He looks over at his new progeny and looks back at the disappearing party members. "They didn't even want to see her... My baby... They're going to tell them about my baby..."
As Slake's histeria burgeons the monstrous six-legged croc fidgets and bristles in response.
"Excuse me, Professor?" The warm divine voice watche washes over him like a warm spring. "I believe you're letting your feelings run away with you. You've just interrupted the bonding process, that's all. No one's going to take your baby - not here. Now you just spend some more time with her and let me take care of this business, ok?"
"Yes, of course. Quite, right. Good, lad." Slake composes himself again and pats his angelic comforter on the shoulder. He returns to nuzzling guys new creation. "I just thought for certain Ceir would be more impressed with you, Sweet Ums..."