"You, too." When the threat of imminent creatures of every kind falling on their heads wasn't there. His eyes fix on the manticore, taking it in with the sceptical airs of someone who knows full well what he's looking at is capable of. He hasn't lived so long by not being cautious, after all. It's why he'd changed into this form out of sight before making his way over.

After a moment, though, he grunts, half-lifts a hand in something like greeting to the manticore and lets his tight posture ease somewhat. "So he helped you out. Good to hear." It makes him relax slightly, at least, as he wanders closer.

"Is he stuck here now, like the rest of us?" Hawa rubbed his hand along his jaw, looking thoughtfully between mermaid and manticore. He hadn't exactly seen a lot of displaced monsters remaining--well, alive at any rate. Much less being friendly.