But once the bat was released, the fight was over. It flitted back to its mistress, who let her guitar droop so she could hold it tenderly. "Oh, baby! Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

The bat squeaked out a few chirps, and Morgana sighed in relief, affectionately holding the bat to her cheek. "Thank goodness... you and the others stay close to me for now, all right?" With that, she tucked the bat into her hair, of all places.