Well, he was the one who didn't understand the language, but he settled in the grass with a sigh as the summoners would talk things out. He memorized the path they took for a moment, which would help out in future loops should this one be another failure.

"For the record, if the kids're pooped, I can carry 'em back no problem." But he couldn't help relaxing all the same. This spring was... nice. It oddly made him feel homesick, of days when he was a kid where he'd look for faeries and fox spirits and stuff.