After the small 'chat' with Herryk there was little else to do. Kettil picked up himself and his Familiar and started to wander back to the dorm at a bit of a limp. He felt sore and he had no doubt that there would be bruising here and there and his face looked as if someone had rubbed it against a grater and then punched it. Kettil's limbs felt frozen rather his entire body did, but that was his own fault for lying in the snow so long.

Endzela rested in his arms limply, her wings looked mangled and she looked as if she'd lost a fight with a greater prey than she expected - and it was true. Fragile avian bones had cracked and shuddered under the impact of the large fist that had come directly for her, and while she would heal quickly that didn't mean it didn't hurt now.

"Shouldn't have done that," He said brokenly, his voice was hoarse from the yelling and screaming he had done to get his point across. Guilt oozed out of every pore of his being. His Owl had gotten hurt and all for him and his selfishness.

Despite the pain there was still fight enough within her to glare up at her Reaper's bedraggled face and utter a disapproving hiss, "Yes I did. Don't be a moron."

"You got hurt!" He protested softly and though it hurt to do so, a couple of tears fell from his eyes. He was beyond caring if anyone saw him right now, crying and carrying on like a scareling.

Yellow eyes glared up at his face. If she could move more easily and without pain she would bite and pull at his hair. The Owl instead settled for firm quiet words, "Kajika Blacke. You will listen to me, right this instant. I know it is fun to just ignore me and do your own damned thing, but now is the time to pay attention to your voice of reason."

He paused his walking and stared down at her wide eyed. In honestly she didn't often take such a firm tone with him. Despite them being roughly around the same age, Endzela was currently acting beyond her years.

She had his attention now. The Owl took in her deep breath before she began to talk, "I love you. You are my life, my Muut. I do all for you. There isn't a moment that I do not think of you, my Kettil. There is not a moment that I do not fret over whether you are happy or not. I watch you sleep, laugh, and spend time with those we love. We are to fight together and ensure we both survive. Do not fret over me. Bones heal. I dissipate but you can summon me back easily."

"But ... you hurt...You should never be hurt...You don't deserve pain..." Kettil found himself sinking to his knees in the snow as he simply cradled the Familiar a little closer to him, mindful of her broken parts.

The screech of frustration caught him by surprise and made him flinch. Endzela was struggling against him a little, "FOOL. IDIOT. DO YOU NOT HEAR ME!?" He hurriedly put her down so she wouldn't hurt herself more.

With quiet dignity the wounded Owl drew herself up and started pacing with a limp. He watched her with concern as his hands folded on his lap. Endzela paused her pacing and stared up at him, "If you are going to keep me out of the fights then you might as well put me away and never summon me again."

The words came out blunt and like a slap to the face.

"But...If I summon you..." He murmured softly.

"I'll fly away." She said bluntly glaring at him.

If he thought he felt frozen before he was mistaken. Kettil wasn't sure what to do about this, but he was also very aware there was only one right answer to this. He couldn't bring himself to say it just yet, but he knew the answer.

Endzela narrowed her eyes at him. She was fuming.

Kettil stared down at his lap unable to look her in the eyes for the moment. He was working up the courage to say anything at all on the subject. Seeing him so upset seemed to soften the Familiar's own upset just a little bit. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting between them, Kettil drew in a deep breath before he spoke up, "If I promise to work on it, I mean if you'll let me have time to work on...Letting you fight with me, will you stay?"

The Owl almost added a date for him to reach the goal but thought better on it, "Yes," she replied quietly. After a moment she waddled closer to her Reaper and let him pick her up once more. Endzela knew that she did not need to add things to his promise. Kettil would work on it on his own, he knew the consequences if he didn't do so.

Every muscle and bone ached as he got back to his feet and began to walk back to the dorms once more. He felt tired, so tired. All that aggression and emotion took it right out of him. The peaceful look on Herryk's face as he dissipated was plastered in Kettil's mind and he couldn't help but feel bitter.

Kettil had given the larger boil exactly what he wanted.

As satisfying as it was to beat Herryk down, the entire event left a bitter taste in Kettil's mouth. Not just because Herryk had apparently purposely egged him on at a point but everything the larger boil had said during the fight. Kettil found himself fighting with the issue of whether or not he should tell Freya. It would hurt her just that much more to know these things but on the other hand he had made a promise to her. Until now he had never broken this promise. Not truly. Freya rarely even had to remind him of the promise. If anything it was Kettil reminding her of the promise every time she sought to hold something from him.

It wasn't until he'd mostly stopped shivering that he realized that he had autonomously wandered his way into the Reaper dorms and was now wandering the halls. Kettil paused in front of Freya's door. He was suddenly very aware the weight of the key that sat in his pocket.

Maybe he should tell her now and get it over with. Just to see what she would say. Kettil reached to twist the doorknob and found it resistant, Freya had locked the door. She wasn't in or she was hiding away again, but why would she do that?

Kettil stared blankly at the door.

"Go in, I doubt she'd mind," Endzela said from her resting spot in his arms.

He tilted his head down to stare at her, "She won't but how will I explain to her...?"

Endzela clicked her beak, "It was mostly self defense."

The Muut had been the first to fling the snow at Herryk, mostly because the larger boil had done nothing but make threatening sounds at him. Perhaps if he had just walked away...

"Too late to worry about the past," she said waspishly up at him. His indecision and remorse were currently grating on the Owl's nerves. "What is done is done. Freya will understand and accept it. If not then ..."

Kettil's heart gave a painful clench at the unfinished implications. Despite Endzela's cold and blunt words he couldn't blame her for them. She was hurt both physically and emotionally. The Owl stuck with a Reaper who couldn't promise his familiar that he'd let her fight with him. Endzela, for the first time in her life, was lashing out against Kettil. Now all the Muut could do was take the brunt of it.

Quietly he got out the key and unlocked the door so he could enter. Once inside he gently put Endzela in a 'nest' of gathered blankets and stripped off a majority of his damp clothes and set them aside to dry. Carefully he got under the covers of Freya's bed and simply curled up there. This was comfort for him, being in the room that reminded him of a ghoul that cared deeply for him and loved him. The ghoul that would hopefully love him still as he explained what happened.

His eyes closed and soon he was met with nothing but sleep. Kettil no longer felt as if he was falling apart at the seams as sleep dragged him under.