The previous night's adventure drained the human and digimon pair of energy and the desire to push on. Dark circles appeared underneath Finn's brown eyes which she rubbed constantly, lazily dislodging her round spectacles from their rightful place on her nose. She had discovered a vague path in the forest during the early morning only hours and followed it, far away from the danger of the three Sistermon. The Tanemon, still injured, snored in her arms. Finn came to a stop in a small clearing near the trail and sat down with her back against the tree. She only closed her eyes for a minute and soon fell into an uneasy state of sleep... Some time later, she awoke with a start. Purple tadpole twins were staring up at her with bright, round eyes. The first showed a gummy smile to show how friendly it was "Hello!" The second tadpole only gave a shy nod in greeting, ducking further behind its friend. The Digivice alerted her to the completed analysis. She reached into her pocket to check. Otamamon. Finn put it away quickly. She didn't need anymore trouble over this object. In a protective instinct, her arms tightened around the sleeping Tanemon. "Hello," she said uncertainly. "Where did you come from?" "Oh, we run an orphanage just a few miles that way."" The Otamamon pointed south-west with its tail. "We were sent on an errand to find mushrooms when we saw you. Is your partner all right? It's color is very pale..." "My partner? Oh. This is Tanemon. I think her color is usually that way, but she's severely injured. We...got into a fight with some Sistermon." "Those awful Sistermon... I wish someone would get rid of them already. Come with us. We can get you some help." Finn was suspicious of their motives, but she really had no choice. With the poor Digimon in her arms in a critical condition, she didn't have the luxury to turn them down. The Otamamon turned and started to waddle their way in the direction they earlier designated. Finn climbed to her knees, shrugged the backpack on her shoulders in a better position, and followed them. There was no conversation exchanged until they could see the orphanage. It was a small clumsy house with lots of room for Baby I and Baby II Digimon to run around. A clear pool narrowed into a riverbed that ran downhill towards a large village. Finn guessed that must be Primary Village. Several Child-level Digimon, mostly Otamamon, were supervising and caring for the babies. A red Otamamon emerged from the hut wearing a lilypad wrapped around its head like a bonnet. "Who is this? I thought you were foraging for mushrooms?" "We were, but this human's partner is seriously hurt, Oma. Can you help them, please?" The red Otamamon studied the human holding the sleeping Tanemon for a long time. She gave a nod of consent and crawled away into the house to show them in. Finn followed. There was a wide room to the right where a handful of Otamamon were singing sweet lullabies and rocking beds to put babies to sleep. They ventured further in until Oma showed them to a room similar to an infirmary. Another Otamamon, this time wearing a pink nurse's hat, was informed of the situation. She immediately ordered the Tanemon to be put in the wooden bed. "I will take good care of her. Please, go rest and worry not." Oma the red Otamamon escorted Finn to another room where there was a large, human-sized nest made of fresh, green grass and soft mud. It wasn't what Finn had in mind at all, but Oma was already backing out. "You may rest here. We will wake you when it is time to eat. Your friend is in good hands. You are safe here." And with that, Oma left. Finn laid down on the nest and found it was soft and cool, not at all what she had expected. The sounds of the place kept her awake for what felt like hours, but in only minutes, she was fast asleep again. This time, she rested much easier.