Exton

One of Mortuis' people opens the gates as the truck stops. Keon drives through, keeping half an eye on Ob. He is out cold, not stirring at all since they dropped Twillon off at the Tavern. If it weren't for his chest moving, Keon would have wondered if the man had passed away.

Keon nudges Ob awake. Pandora waits by the door, Chloe in her arms. They are both quiet, watching as Stoney lifts his brother from the seat to bring him inside. She holds the door wide, worry plain on her face. Keon follows, nodding to Pandora as he takes the door to let her follow the Gargoyles.

Star is in the hallway with Erik. Keon pauses in a shadow, waiting for them to pass him by. He has made a few decisions about what would be best for his Mera. Now he wonders if his plans are truly best for her. They head for the stairs, talking about Raina's condition.

He follows slowly, keeping well back. Pandora's door is open, and he slips inside, watching Stoney telling Pandora it is a mixture of exhaustion and the Fae Realm's natural magic messing with his body's normal schedule.

Jet Lag... Gargoyle style.

Keon tells Pandora how Ob spent his time among the wounded, being pulled from one bed to another, following the sword's lead. Ob had felt compelled to finish what he could, leaving the infections to the Healers. He had wanted to help Raina, but the crossing took what little energy he had.

Slipping out of Pandora's room, Keon is lost in thoughts about Mera. He leans against the wall, closing his eyes and breathing deep. An image of Cassandra standing on the docks, Mera nestled in her arms, flashes into his mind. He forces the rest of the memory away before it can go any further. Opening his eyes, he comes face to face with Star.

"Ye startled me, lass. Ye have a soft step. How is Mera, and Raina?"