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Slowly navigating the very normal neighborhood, Jason eventually stopped in front of a very normal house. Hopefully Talia would be as calm and put together as he'd seen her on the battlefield and they could just, get this over with. He didn't think she wanted to be hanging with him anymore than he wanted to be hanging around her.

Even though he'd come here to have her heal Luke, his twin wasn't the only body between them.

But Luke didn't know about that at least. Hopefully she wasn't going to mention anything awkward in front of him. "Maybe she'll still give you a rabies shot, anyway," he said calmly smiling and wholly vindictive.

Bemused, he explained, "Juice really doesn't work that way. Not even Capri-Suns."

Turning of the car, he got out and went around to help baby brother out of his seat. Luke had to really be in pain for this one. It wasn't the first time he'd asked for help, but it was one of the times he'd asked for help when it came to something involving their Knight life. Something about being powered made his brother feel like he had something to prove, and part of that was not needing help. At least not Jason's.

Holding the door open, he let Luke step out with a hand to stabilize him. Then closed the door behind him. "Are you feeling like...poisoned or anything?" He kept an eye on the front door, like Talia might jump out of it waving a knife, or worse, feelings at them.

Juice wasn't magical to the point that it also wasn't even very effective in the mundane, Earth-style healing way, either. Jason let the amusement wash over him, a soft, bright counter to everything else going on. Like barbed quills being jerked out of his brother.

Making a face, he offered, "That was smart thinking." But that was about all the praise he had in him for the situation. Jiminy Cricket, what would have happened if Reims hadn't also been there? Giving his brother a pensive look, Jason tamped down the well of useless panic. The internal insistence that he shouldn't let his brother go around as Lisse without him. Ever.

Reaching the doorstep, Jason rung the bell.

Now, Talia had been expecting the knock, of course she had. She had been sitting on the couch, legs tucked up under her petting Soleiyu for comfort, but still the sound made her jump and she all but leapt off of the couch and made her way to the door, drawing in a deep, steadying breath before opening it.

“Luke, Jason. Come in, come in. I’m glad you got here all right.”

She noticed the vehicle in the drive and nodded to herself. Okay, so they hadn’t come powered. Which was good. She hadn’t thought they had, but it was reassuring to know, and to know that they hadn’t walked here either. If Luke was that badly hurt, that would have been foolish.

Ushering the two inside she quickly closed and locked the door behind them, just in case.

“Okay. I’m, I was…I am going to take us up to Lysithea. Soleiyu will make it so nobody can sense my aura but I figured it’s safer to do this where nobody can interfere and we can make sure Luke’s as good as he can be…”

She was babbling. She knew she was babbling and she couldn’t seem to meet Jason’s eye, looking literally everywhere else but finally she powered up after exchanging a glance with the Mauvian and holding out a hand for the boys, she withdrew her phone. “Come, we’ll get this all taken care of.”

Not wanting to linger, she took the two boys up to Lysithea and breathed a sigh of relief when they were there. Not that she didn’t trust Soleiyu, for she did, with her life and everyone else’s but…it was still better to be safe on her own world.

“Tell me what happened?”

Luke nodded. “It was a…really bad one. Super fast and with really sharp teeth. Zero out of ten don’t recommend. We dusted it though…but it got a good chunk of my arm? And I don’t want to get a rabies shot so…when Jason mentioned you I thought it was the best solution all around…I don’t think there was any poison involved but it had quills too and got me in the shoulder and then I yanked them out and they were barbed so…that didn’t help my…you know. Skin.”

He was tired, and upon getting to Lysithea he sank to the ground, lightly moving his less injured arm so that he had the grass tickling the palm of his hand.

Lysithea was such a beautiful place…

"No, I wasn't," Jason swallowed, but the sudden lump of guilt didn't go anywhere. "I wasn't there."

He'd failed again, hadn't he?

It was one thing to say he wanted to give his brother space, to breathe and grow and learn at his own space rather than his own. It was another thing when staring at Luke's bloody wounds that wouldn't be there if he'd had somebody shielding him.

Wounds that would have be so much worse if Reims hadn't shown up, filling in the gap that Halle had created by not being where he should have been.

Biting the inside of his cheek for a moment, he glanced over at Lysithea and then back to Luke, the injuries advancing like she'd hit some kind of fast forward on them. It was actually extremely cool.

He was getting ready to tell her they'd be fine, when the blood on Luke's clothing choked the words right out of him. "Uh...could we use your washer and dryer?" Wait that could take like, awhile. "Actually, we can just go to a laundromat, we don't want to keep you up, ma'am. Thanks for healing him." It was said in a rush, like he'd just realized he'd left the oven on.

Lysithea shook her head. “Of course you can use the washer and dryer, and please, stay the night with us if you want. We can check the car in the morning and make sure there’s no bloodstains in there. Do you think your mom would be okay with it? Because I am. It’s a cramped house but it’s comfortable.”

And then she could keep an eye on them both for at least a little while…and maybe. Have a hard conversation with Jason on top of everything else. She didn’t want it, obviously but…

Hard things weren’t about wanting them. They were simply about doing them. “I can make us a good breakfast in the morning? Something fancy?”

Luke nodded, stifling a yawn. “Yeah, thanks! That sounds really good to me.” Now that he wasn’t in pain, he just felt tired, and it wasn’t a bad feeling by any means, he just…wanted to sleep…and the grass was so soft. Maybe he could nap here for a bit…but then again. A bed or a couch sounded even better than the ground, if he were being honest with himself.