The cave was bustling with activity by the time we returned, the nestlings training like usual, only this time Morgana was in charge. On seeing us, the nestlings stopped everything they were doing and began to dance, much to my annoyance.
Will they ever stop this silly behaviour?
Although they danced happily, I noticed none of the nestlings moved from their training areas to welcome us. They all looked haggard and would either glance at Morgana with terrified looks or stare at us with pitiful eyes like they were begging to be rescued. It seemed Morgana was a far more strict captain than Typhon.
I counted all the nestlings and was relieved that none of them had left the cave to venture outside in the rain. Typhon and Ophelia quickly joined the others, and I offered the nestlings a share of my surplus food supply to reward their efforts.