From her crevice, Evenkite began to fidget uncomfortably. Things weren't at all looking good, and she was starting to wonder whether or not staying her was a good idea. They could use the help, for sure, but she wasn't sure as to how much she could do so. After all, if those bots could carry off that giant, imagine what they could do to the others, and by extension, herself?

She eyed the nearest weapon to her -a rather intricate looking white club of some sort, resembling a spikeless mace- and kept the eyes fixed on it, decided that if things were to get really bad, then she'd join in, but until then, she'd stick it out back here.

Any unease she had, however, began to fade away as the orange gem hit the floor, the noise giving Evenkite quite a shock. Surprisingly, she felt relieved not just for herself, but for the giant as well. After all, he might have been a bother, but he [i]was [/i]a newborn gem, she supposed. With a gentle sigh, she pressed herself back against the crevice. Who knows, maybe she wouldn't have to join after all?