Zar likewise went for the fluffiest creature in the heap, handing it to the figure to aid in it's cooking. Anything to ease escape from this place - he was weary already of the chaos, of the constantly shifting places. It was almost too much to take for his very metholodical mind, on top of the other lurking simmering feelings regarding Nuru that already fought to get to surface.

Co-operation was the path of least resistance.