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The string that he had been so determined to hang onto throughout the journey was gone now, but West didn't notice, his eyes cast downward at the urn instead. He was mad, angry, pissed, miffed, all of his best and basest emotions, but he held himself in check, even as he rose to his feet and their surroundings shifted. West kept himself under control because he was a little afraid not to, especially now.

He took a step closer. "Yeah. We got this." He held out the portion of the artifact he had taken, only realizing then that they might have at least tried to get the thing to look like it was still in one piece. Oh well. Too late now.

Medea however, seemed only intruiged as she went to inspect both halves of the broken artifact. She touched Levi's half first, which created a small spark, and then West's. "There is no greater bond than the one that love can create, and for that, you have given to me what I required the most." She smiled, a little to herself, and closed her hand into a fist, both halves of the urn dissolving as they trickled, bits of silver and gold, into her closed palm. When she opened it, it revealed a beautiful bracelet, one half gold, the other a burnished silver. "It will do nicely, and thus, your payment is half granted."

As she clipped the newly turned bracelet onto her wrist, she simply nodded. When both students looked for their sigils, there would be no trace. "As promised, half the payment had been fulfilled. The other half, it is not my doing, and simply your undoing. Without my protection, a dark crossroad had appeared in your path, a danger you are inevitably helpless to avoid. It is not in my nature to help however, unless you are willing to help yourselves. Sometimes everything you wish for may not be that simple, but if it is simply knowledge you seek, then the path lies open for all in a task of your own path." She craned her head to one side, giving a sort of interested look at West.

How did she know? As far as Levi was concerned, there had been no signs that she and West were that close. It just fed into Levi believing that the horsewoman must see things in that pyre a lot.

With the pieces of the urn they'd provided, Medea performed a rather remarkable bit of magic. It seemed their mistake of breaking the vessel hadn't actually been a grave error. Well I'll be gosh darned. An ear flickering to the click of the death pony priestess' new accessory. Can't be much worse than what we dun been through 'lready, I reckon. The ghoul was feeling a bit more confident now that she realized they'd successfully completed the task and was no longer branded like cattle. Rubbing at the area where her horseman mark once was, the tatzel sighed with relief, performing a sort of curtsy for Medea despite her wearing shorts. Thank yew fer keepin' yer word, Ma'am.

West began his usual storming out of an area, so Levi trailed after him, not paying much mind to the offered and retracted hand. Although her tail did slink behind the boil, taking up his tail and coiling around it as they walked.

Displays of affection? Nah.