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"That answers that question. Thank you, Jamie," Jeremiah pushed his hand against the wall and walked over to hit the button on the elevator to hold it in place. He was not having it go back downstairs, regardless. It was staying right here, thanks.

"Wherever she is, it takes a while to get here." He rolled his shoulders, back protesting and pain lancing through him. If anyone was to touch him, he was cold to the touch but paid it no mind at this point. "We can only hope she can fix this or guide or-" Jeremiah's hand flicked in through the air.

If worse came to worse, he could ...

"We need to get the others together in case this can be fixed. The Sergeant's word is backed up by mind but eventually that won't hold them anyway." He glanced over to Eve to see if she was alright. Those legs of hers ... They had to be an experience to learn again.

"N-No problem," he responded to Jeremiah, remaining quiet as the detective continued, going over what needed to be done. As much as he wanted to keep to the silence, he piped up again. "Um... that w-was a while ago... before the weres were..." Biting his lip, he shifted a little. "Should I... update her?"

That was it. The were was pushed through the portal, and then he was gone and the portal was gone. Shiloh was left standing with the individual he'd been carting to the tear, their now haggard body slowly sliding down to the floor as he loosened his grip. They were now on the floor, and Shiloh was left gawking.

"Is... I-Is it over...?" he was speaking to no one in particular, those messy feelings of panic and dread still lingering over his head. Those weren't his feelings—they were someone else's—the were. They were his thoughts.

Did they do the right thing?

It was hard to tell, because Shiloh had little grasp on this situation as a whole. He didn't know what the other world was, and he didn't know what these were-guys were supposed to be, and he didn't know... he didn't know jack s**t, and it bothered him. It bothered him a lot.

And then there were the footsteps. He was so goddamn tired, so so so tired, and he only realized it was law enforcement patrols when Jeremiah and Shun called out to them. His breathing hitched, eyes scanning the crowd.

The weres. Jamie.

It was a different panic, because no one was in any immediate danger of dying. Or well, most people weren't; y'know, the people that didn't have rabbit ears and tails and feet. For the first time in the midst of all that latent agony, Shiloh made his way back over to his friend, clutching at his shoulder. Though the blood had slowed to a trickle, it remained bright and contrasting against his shirt, sore and oozing and raw. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving exhaustion in its wake... it hurt, really hurt.

"Where did he go...?" his voice cracked from how dry his throat was, "The guy... we just shoved in. He's gone."

He floundered for a moment, leaning against the wall. His legs felt a little wobbly. He could still walk just fine of course, but, "The police... they're coming, aren't they?" again, directed at no one in particular, but he looked to both Jamie and Jeremiah when he spoke. It felt selfish to antagonize over it, be bitter about it, but it burned thinking they were so close and there was still a chance they could lose everything they worked for.

Well, not lose. They were all alive, mostly in one piece... but he wasn't sure if it'd stay that way.

Distracted by his conversation with Jeremiah, Jamie had temporarily focused, blocking out what had gone on around them, refusing to give himself time to think about the consequences of what they'd done or the real weight of what they still had to do. The blinders came right the ******** off when he heard Shiloh's voice, though, heard the way it cracked. In an instant his focus was redirected, his heart leaping into his throat. Shiloh had been one of the ones to send the alpha through the portal to Other Ashdown, but that was also far from Jamie's mind right now. What really mattered was his friend.

"S-Shiloh...!" he called, wordlessly excusing himself from his previous conversation, though he wasn't going far, he'd still be able to hear. He was just going to Shiloh's side, because seeing him slump against the wall only worried Jamie further. Was something wrong? Had something else happened to him in the confrontation with the rouge weres?

That's when his eyes hit the injury, blood staining Shiloh's shirt even worse than it had his now discarded jacket. It wasn't new, but the sight of it made Jamie remember and a twinge of pain forced him to think of his own wound enough that he hissed in discomfort. Not that it stopped him from going forward. Nothing else was said at first as he wrapped his arms around Shiloh without any warning, returning the hug from before like it was a promise they'd made.

Finally he was able to find his voice again. "I-I'm glad you're o-okay..." he huffed, sounding so relieved. They still had things they needed to do, but it felt for a brief moment like they'd made it out of a burning building unscathed. I was scared, he thought to himself, but couldn't get the words out.

"Hi," says Lady.

She is very tall and very still and the shadows beneath her eyes are a deep, dark blue as she looks down at Masha.

"Sorry I'm late. What did you need?"

It was a relief in some areas, and a great source of stress in others, to see Lady appear... and she looked exhausted, which added an extra layer of concern to Eve's emotional state.

"Lady, the fifth one -- do you know if he's alright?"

She wasn't sure who had called the girl here, but it was something Eve desperately wanted to know.

Jeremiah blinked and shook his head at Krasnya, not quite surprised to see her appear just like that. Not that he really said hi or anything, instead just inclining his head and offering her a gesture of his fingers in greeting.

It was an old habit.

The others around him, they were asking the questions that needed to be asked. That meant he did not need to say a word. Jamie was given a reassuring nod and a small smile.