The scan, at least, is not a visible action. Whatever MOTHER is doing, there's no outward evidence. She continues to stand where she was, body language passive -- as passive as it can be on a toweringly large construct.

"Oh, lass," Magni says, moving closer so he can look up at her properly. Despite the hard diamond construct of his body, his movements seem unhampered. "You are in a pickle, aren't yer? How did you get here?" His attention flits to Wrathion, and his brow furrows. "Ye didn't find her in Ny'alotha?"

"No," Wrathion confirms, "it's something of a long story. Suffice to say, I returned here using a portal and she was caught up in it."

Magni lets out a low hum in a manner that says he suspects the details of being important, but he's used to some degree of secrecy by now from the dragon.

"Well," the dwarf says finally, "we'll get you sorted out, no problem there. My name's Magni -- Magni Bronzebeard! I gather you already know Wrathion, and this here is MOTHER. Ah -- Ebyssian will want to know you're back."

Wrathion hesitates at that, nods at the prompt but says nothing else.