"I don't know for certain. I think they might be able to ask Shada for her intercession? I mean, the gods have sent most of the other monsters back where they came from?" The Manticore winds around behind Hawa, and gives him a little headbutt in the back of his legs, jostling him a little. "But this world isn't right for him. A friend of mine told me, he's too much spirit to exist happily in a place like this, and he'll get sick if he stays forever."

He folds his arms across his chest, hunching his shoulders slightly, as he watches the manticore harassing Hawa. "Most people, I think, feel a little nervous of him? Because so many of the monsters which came here turned out to be bad? But you can't leave someone on their own because of something like that."

He's replying more generally, to the people in the streets and in the temples, but his remaining housemates were no exception. They appreciated that Shrieky had adopted the household ethos of bringing home random strays, but there was a clear hesitance to want to befriend a stray with quite so many teeth.