A very lost Mimikyu finds their portal has led to a very strange place. And in time to catch only the briefest glance of what lies within the Hollow tree. But enough to empathize. They plop themselves in front of the entrance, back to the tree entrance, stopping others from seeing in. "Do you want some help? I can stay here as long as it takes to repair things."
“Ohh... Oh...!”
A familiar kindred spirit. Someone who understood her struggles, so to speak. Knowing the solidarity the other Mimikyu shared, she let her guard down, the embers of her shame cooling, the branches and brambles retreating. Even moreso with the other fae’s damaged disguise, she felt a magnetic draw toward them.
Empathy.
The Judge curled up next to her companion.
“I burned my glamour anchor and cannot fix this on my own. I need help from my bi--uh, err, The Witness!!--to put myself back together... I’m sure you must understand.”
She rest her head into her new friend, feeling an otherworldly sense of attachment to the stranger.
“... I like the smell of the world you’re from. It smells very purple. ...Do you also get lonely in your world, too?”