"That was too close." Mumbo sighed, putting his face in his hands. "That was way too close."

Joe put a hand on the Redstoner's shoulder. "He'll be okay. He's a fighter after all."

"I know." Mumbo and Joe were sitting just outside of Area 77, waiting. When they'd finally gotten Grian out of the Nether, the enchanted golden apple had already worn off. They managed to get him to Area 77 and onto a bed before he died. It was a panicky two minutes before Grian had respawned on the bed.

Now, they were stuck outside as Scar and Doc treated Grian's injuries. Iskall had to leave to fix one of his farms, and Cleo had her own projects. And that left Mumbo and Joe.

After a couple painstaking hours, the two Hermits were greeted by Scar. Mumbo immediately jumped to his feet. "Is Grian okay?"

Scar nodded. "He's resting. I and Doc had to get creative, but we've managed to somewhat cure those wounds. There are a few... Afflictions that may take a few days to clear up, but he should be okay. He just needs some quiet. Doc's watching him for now, in case anything comes up."

"So we can't see him?"

Scar shook his head. "Not for a couple days, but as soon as he regain his strength, I'll let you know. For now, you two should get some sleep."

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"And I think that's good." Iskall said, walking over to the shulker box and placing one of the Gteam flags inside.

Mumbo smiled and closed the box. "This care package was a great idea Iskall."

It had been a few days since they'd rescued Grian, and Doc had informed them that they'd be able to see Grian that afternoon. Iskall had the great idea of putting together a care package for their friend, in hopes of cheering him up and welcoming him back home.

Inside the shulker box was a few trinkets from past events like the OG tag, a Gteam banner, and even Grian's flower crown and beads from when he raided Area 77. 

Mumbo knew that Grian loved the flower crown and beads, but stopped wearing them since they got in the way of his Elytra and helmet. But since Grian had wings and horns, he couldn't really wear either. From what Mumbo heard from Doc and Scar, Grian's horns would be pretty sensitive, so even cutting holes in a helmet wouldn't work.

"We should have just enough time to swing by cub and borrow a cake." Iskall said, checking his watch. "Then it's a matter of waiting at the Hippie commune for Doc and Scar to let us in."

Mumbo put the box in his inventory. "Well, let's go then."

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Cleo had spread the news. As soon as she found out Grian was going to recover well, she had told everyone else on the island. At noon, she and Joe met with Mumbo and Iskall at the Hippie commune. There was a good handful of other hermits there, including Ren and Impulse.

Scar flew in on his Elytra and landed on top of the Dye Farm Camper. Everyone glanced in his direction. "Alright guys, as you know, Grian's still recovering, but he'll be fine. He's still pretty jumpy so we're only allowing two visitors at a time."

"So Iskall and Mumbo?" Cleo asked, pointing them out.

Scar nodded. "Yeah. Others can visit later, but for now it'll just be them two."

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Grian sat propped up in a bed in one of the smaller hangars. He remembered waking up some time ago, but he hadn't seen anyone else except Doc and Scar, who'd been monitoring him carefully. After a few homemade potions, Grian's wounds began to heal, and he stopped dying every ten minutes. Even the blue spots began to fade.

His new horns had looked worse than they actually were, and had actually been the first to heal. He was pleased that he could somewhat hide them in his hair for the time being, but was still bummed he couldn't wear a helmet. His wings on the other hand, were another story.

They'd been in bad shape, and for a scary amount of time, Doc and Scar had believed they were beyond repair. But after a couple painful X-rays (thanks to a failed redstone machine they'd had as an exhibit), they'd concluded that the wings would heal after all. Unfortunately, Grian would be restricted from flying for a long while.

As of now, Grian was fully conscious, and felt much better. He still was anxious, and was very aware of the trauma. Scar had also told him that he may have PTSD. Actually, that it was very likely he had PTSD.

But on the bright side, he was home. And from what he'd overheard from Doc, the other hermits knew Grian wasn't human, and were just fine with it. Some had even said that "it was about time he grew his own wings."

Grian cracked a smile. He still wanted to figure out why he became a Faerie, since there was no known explanation, but he was relieved that the others saw it in a good way.

And on another note: He was going to see his fellow architects in a few minutes.