Mar opened his host's eye to observe what her elven ears heard, the beat of insect wings. And there she was, Clotho, racing back here to camp as she returned from her mission. Mar watched as the champion flew into the camp and disappeared behind some tents, now doubt reporting what she had seen and what happened to the others.

Shortly afterwords, Mar watched her as she inspected her insectoid troops, no doubt preparing them for a potential battle or to at least be ready to move out at a moments noticed. It was during this time that he got a clear view of her back, from which some blood could be seen. She had a wound there, likely from an arrow or bolt, judging from its size and shape. An idea began to form in his mind, after all, he needed a new, temporary host so his current one could recover. Soon enough Clotho had flown to, and rest upon a tree, no doubt in an attempt to recover. Now was his chance.

He moved his host to one of the wagons, laying her in it for safety before he left her body, leaving enough behind to keep her in a comatose state while that piece healed her. His oily form now snaked through the grass, coming upon a couple of rather unfortunate imps skipping out on their duties. That mess taken care of, he continued on his way, making his way back towards the edge of camp and soon reaching the tree where Clotho was resting. The was no sound as he closed in, like oil flowing silently across the ground or up a tree. He tensed up and waited...

Clotho shifted slightly, fully revealing her wound to him, and he took the chance then. He shot forth at great speed and entered her wound quickly, like causing discomfort and pain for her as he did. Next, he spread throughout her body, and she would feel every last uncomfortable bit of it, from her neck to the tips of her fingers and feet. The only part it stopped at was her mouth, the lower half of her head, he did not need her control her brain and mind.