[While drifting along the airship on the back of an unfortunate working-class Moogle, Midna is bound to come across an infirmary that's locked—which is odd, since that's where everyone has been grouping or waking up. Another inspection will reveal that the door is merely crudely jammed, and a good shove will allow her access to the secrets within.
And among said secrets is a certain periwinkle-haired monstrosity.
Dylas doesn't even lift his head when Midna enters his hideout. There's something strange about him—his antlers are missing—but it's the same mess of blue hair, that stupid scar on his face. He's wrapped himself in one of the blankets from the cupboards nearby and rests with his arms and head on a crate, his sleeping body hidden from view for now.]
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And among said secrets is a certain periwinkle-haired monstrosity.
Dylas doesn't even lift his head when Midna enters his hideout. There's something strange about him—his antlers are missing—but it's the same mess of blue hair, that stupid scar on his face. He's wrapped himself in one of the blankets from the cupboards nearby and rests with his arms and head on a crate, his sleeping body hidden from view for now.]