[Momo, true to his word, works quickly - once he's got the sample containers filled, he pinches lids closed with his claws and starts to wade back towards shore. After only a few steps, though, his legs bend, his underside brushing against the water's surface before he leaps free from it with a cacophonous splashing, wings unfurling to carry him the rest of the way back to shore.

His landing is fairly neat despite the rush to get out of the water, but as soon as he hits solid ground, he places the vials gently on his pack...and then simply drops onto his belly, his legs poking out at awkward angles around him as he lets out a long, self-soothing chitter.]

Alright, that still sucked. [He takes another few moments lying around before his legs rather abruptly move to pick him up again, shaking himself off like some eldritch horror dog.] But with how much Katalyth I could feel out there, I still think that went better than it would've if I wasn't like this.