[[ plotted starter for @sixthweyoun featuring my Founder oc
When Odo stepped out of the Link, the very first thing he saw was Weyoun. That, at least, was as it should be. He knew he didn't have long before his new guardian made their way out after him, so he didn't have the luxury of time. No, he had to be absolutely certain this was who it was supposed to be now. Odo took three steps toward his attendant, then, without a word, turned him to see the back of his neck.
Then he practically melted with relief, his whole form softening. Much more gently, he turned Weyoun around to face him, then set a hand against his cheek. My good and faithful servant. "There's been a change of plans," he shared. "We're to have company, for our journey back to the station." And as if on cue, another changeling stepped from the Link, modeling their own appearance on Odo's memories of Bajorans. It was impossible to identify a gender from their presentation, but they could be identified as well past middle age and stern. One might have pegged them as a politician, based on dress. They looked doubtfully at Odo and Weyoun, then began to move toward the little ship, obviously without any patience for the flights of fancy that inspired the young to spend so much time reassuring and explaining.
Odo watched them go with annoyance and dismay, before turning back to Weyoun. "Did anyone harm you, in my absence?" Even as he asked, he was digging into his memories to check for himself.