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Corvus remained silent as they departed, wishing that there was a way for them to leave a scene so easily and elegantly as teleportation made things look. Could they too have retreated to the stars, either by homeworld or by wonder? Of course. If the area remained calm and collected enough for any one of them to maintain the focus it required to travel that way.

It wasn't the same as just disappearing though, and that was all she really wanted to do.

When they were far enough away from the auras they'd left behind that she could no longer feel them, or any others for that matter, she dropped the guise of Sailor Corvus. Once powered down she shifted her sweater around her shoulders, glad that she'd thought to put it on before leaving the Paw even if she'd known she would be powering up to head home. The chill that had tried to seep into her bones seemed more intense now that she wasn't shrouded in magic.

Cordelia Carden paused outside the door to her apartment building, rustling around in the pocket of her sweater for her keys. "I had them somewhere..." she murmured, flustered, only seeming to calm when Lucien reached past her with a spare to let them inside. She found her own in time to let them into her flat itself, sliding her shoes off by the door as she set her keys down on the table on her way through to the kitchen. Everything else from there on was just going through the motions -- getting the kettle out of the cupboard, filling it with water and setting it to heat before sinking into a chair at the small kitchen table.

Had anyone else followed her home to ensure that she made it safely she would have let them know it was alright to leave. With Luc and Fritz, though... There was no asking or telling. Each was likely to want an explanation. Each had words they wanted to say, no doubt. It was just a matter of who got to her with them first at this point and there was no way to sink into the kitchen chair far enough to hide from either of them.

He was tired.

Fritz had sent Wendell home with Eta - or rather, he'd sent Wendell somewhere. Whether or not Wendell would actually make it back to their place, or if he'd go off scampering to find Oberon or another adventure was a mystery, but at least he knew what he was doing.

For the most part. Maybe. Fritz wasn't entirely convinced.

He did not, however, say anything once they were inside. Instead, as Luc went into the kitchen, Fritz took a seat at the table beside Cordelia, not quite touching her, but not far away, either. He rested an elbow on the table and ran one of his hands through his hair, disarraying the sleek red locks, and then eased out a breath before leaning back in his chair, both arms folded across his chest.

He still didn't speak just yet; Luc had already said what Fritz was thinking, though maybe in slightly more colorful tones, Fritz's gaze flickering from cousin to cousin.

While he let Cordy answer he filled the mugs with water and put them in the microwave. He took a deep breath after Cordy had finished speaking and after filling the two mugs and putting them in the microwave he turned around again so he could look at her.

"Yes Cordy, everyone in the damn city that was powered up probably felt that." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "What would that supposed inexperienced person have done if he'd just decided to kill you? What if it hadn't been him and they were less included to talk? What good would it have done if you hadn't sent a message for help?"

Why couldn't any of those he cared about ever think past the moment. Everything was always "now now now" And no one though about what might happen if they just jumped into things.

"You could have sent a message while you were going to him, anything ... you can't keep throwing yourself into danger. You have back up Cordelia. Stop doing everything alone."

"Could have, should have... I didn't. I don't know what you want me to say." Cordelia sounded so defeated, the weight of the past eight years finally too much for her shoulders. Every action had consequences and she was so weary of the burden they brought with them. If she could lay it all down and walk away, toss her henshin pen into the ocean and let it drift slowly down to the bottom of the sea.... Would she?

Stop doing everything alone.

... it doesn't hurt to ask for help when you need it.

Cordelia drew in a deep breath, holding it for a second before releasing it while counting back from ten in an attempt to clear her mind. It was one way to reset everything; not always the best way but she needed to be able to think.

"I'm not alone. I'm never alone. I couldn't be alone knowing the two of you are anywhere in this city, knowing that all of the others -- Mag Mell, Arachne, Thisbe, Tarvos," and so many others. Chariklo, Rangifer, Aegir, Kallichore. "They're all there. We're in this together, but that's not what either of you are talking about and you're right. I was careless this evening. It's not the first time I've been careless. It probably won't be the last, I owe you both that much honesty and you both know me better than anyone else."

Cordelia shifted in her seat, drawing in another deep breath in an attempt to keep what bit of confidence she'd found, holding it close in an attempt to let it be her light through the dark of night she was too tempted to wallow in. "Tonight was just proof that we, as a whole, are a disorganized disaster with little to no respect for anyone. We need to do better. We can be better. We have to be..."