"Yes, I found him! He's low on oxygen and severely distressed! You need to bring him back up." Severely distressed was more than an understatement.

They should've asked for his coordinates. Stella punched the table self-scoldingly.

"Ava! Thank god. I got into contact with your convict. We need you to pull him back up."

"Okay. Bye for now."

Hesitantly, Stella switched off his radio station, taking note of which one it was. Assuming Simon doesn't move much, all should be fine.

As for which station was his, that was easy to find. Stella scrolled through until they landed on it.

"Hello? [Station name]? This is Stella. It's urgent."

(God I wish they mentioned the name of the station (unless they did and I forgor I don't feel like checking rn </3))

Stoatpaw nodded and picked open the bundle. From Jaywing's reaction to the taste, it was... truly thrilled to taste these. It hesitantly lapped up the plants, fur fluffing up at the muddled bitter tastes. It took all its strength to swallow rather than spit the leaves back up.

~It's for our own good, come on.~

"Seconded." It spat.

no worries! life happens))