Not mentally moronic, no, not this time. This was a little necessary, albeit frustrating and painful, but necessary, a lot more necessary than all this company he seems to be getting. But then again, his other times of flying off to be alone doing something went rather well so it was bound to happen one time where people would find him.

Why did it have to be the time he was most vulnerable?

Well, at least Bugs was easier to speak to, the whole being an animal thing did him well and Summoner's not nearly as frustrated seeing him as he was seeing some of the others who happened upon him. Not exactly happy, but better.

"Know anything about the b-birds and the bees, Bugs?" A light joke on his part, followed by a harsh laugh as he crouches forward again, his bare back with six orange blooded points slowly splitting through his grey skin. Birds and bees, reference to wings, to be fare, molting usually helped with the whole mating thing afterwards so the joke pings in two ways. Summoner'd be proud of himself if he wasn't curling over in pain right now.