"Your friend's gonna be fine Shu, don't worry." Kabocha said, turning back to the younger Prince. Oh great, now the weird one was going to freak out and change too. The latter part of the question was well beyond him, and all he could do was heft his shoulders in reply. "How should I know? It just did... Besides, the place it sprouted up was crappy anyways. Heck, it looks better now than it did before. I'd say there's nothing to worry about it." Nodding his head in Shu's direction he looked to either of the twins, hoping for someone to back him up. The last thing he wanted was Shu going all ape on them and having an episode.

Eslaria wanted to console T'charrl anyway she could, he definitely looked like he needed it. Since his size was much too large to hug all she could do was give his shoulder a rub, offering a gentle smile in tandem. Seeing him now for what he was it was difficult to keep the same hope of reverting him back to his former self. It was a very drastic change, and whether it was irreversible or not was doubtful. In truth she'd always see him as her son, but for obvious reasons being any real kind of mother to someone this... Large was going to pose problems. Namely feeding him, as no doubt his appetite had expanded along with the rest of him. Sure enough he opted to show her his newly found hunger, letting out a disdainful sound before getting back to his feet. Watching in silent awe as he uprooted and proceeded to devour it whole she couldn't well think of how they were going to help that. Desperate to do something though she couldn't just stand there either, not while her son was suffering. 

"You're going to be okay," Eslaria reaffirmed, spreading her wings and slowly rising up. "We'll help you T'charrl, don't worry."

Moving her smaller self over she hovered near her son's head for a moment, hesitant to get close to him based on how erratic his behavior was right now. Exhaling softly she moved closely, putting her arms around his shoulder as she nestled her own head into his tufts of fur. It was a peculiar feeling, but she knew she had to seem embracing to get him to calm down. She had to show he was still her boy, even if he thought he wasn't. After hugging his shoulder for a moment she lifted her head to look at him, smiling sweetly as she stroked his arm. 

"I suppose I can't call you my little Prince right now..." Eslaria mused, laughing shortly and shaking her head. "But I will be able to soon, and then we'll help your friends and go home. Everything is over darling, you don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm not going to hurt you, and I know you won't hurt me."

Vegeta watched curiously as Takeshi flew out of the house, not even bothering to ask where he was off to. Considering the Queen had just gone off in the same direction it was fairly obvious he was going after her for whatever reason, and knowing full well telling him otherwise was a waste he let it be. Besides, there were other things that needed his attention, namely their friend still laid out in the kitchen. The tremor hadn't done any noticeable damage to the house, but still, it was worthwhile to make sure that Viral was okay. Turning his head to look at Yumi he gave her arm a nudge, gesturing to the house over his shoulder.

"Come on, we're not needed out here. Give me a hand with Viral?"

Yumi nodded, all the willing to make herself of some use. Together with Vegeta they went back inside, bypassing the family room where Shu and the squad were completely to go right to the kitchen. There, to both of their relief, was the Beastman unharmed from the tremors. However all did not seem well with him, there was a distinguished look of anguish on his face. Vegeta took that as a sign to immediately check his wounds, and she watched just off to the side as he peered beneath the bandages. The wounds from before had already begun to heal, albeit at a marginally small pace. If it was indeed the injury healing then they weren't about to do much about it, it'd be silly to agitate a closing wound just because of discomfort. Yumi passed a glance over the rest of his being, checking for any other causes for his distress until settling on his face. She saw that his eyes were closed, and when reaching down to touch his cheek they remained closed. She wondered if he might be unconscious at first, but then he'd not be thrashing about. So he was having a nightmare then.

Biting her lip nervously Yumi reached down, grabbing up one of Viral's paws in her hands. They shouldn't wake him up, since didn't he heal when he was asleep? Yet this didn't seem like a restful slumber, not with all the tossing and turning. Relaying her worries to Vegeta with a silent glance he gave a curt nod in reply, giving the go ahead to rouse the Beastman. Keeping one hand on his paw she reached down again, using just her fingers to pat his cheek to try and get him to come to. At the same time she gave his hand intermittent squeezes, not wanting to do anything too drastic and risk hurting her friend. 

"Viral? Viral wake up!" Yumi was, however, far more liberal in how she used her voice. She raised it a fair bit, not quite shouting but definitely louder than a whisper. "You're okay, wake up!"