"Nine said it might take hours." Six answers, sadly, about Seven. He glances at Eight as Gyre announces their plan. And then follows it with the Wizard's plan? He blinks his eyes in a circle before making a sound of surprise.

"Oh, you both know the plan!" He says, sounding pleased. "So I don't have to explain it! Great!" He gives a little laugh, before looking at Eight.

"You're going to send them to Twelve next?" He asks his fellow monster-- only for Eight to shake his head.

"Already there." Eight answers, and as he does Luka will feel a soft feeling of something landing on his shoulder.

It's...

... A tiny bird. No more than four inches tall. With twelve eyes making up its face around a jet black beak. The wings look feathered but she's all yellow?

And she makes a soft chirp of a sound.