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That was that. Shiloh's arm was around Jamie's shoulder and he felt warmer, but not totally content. The exchange between Sonny and Temperance was disheartening, but certainly not more so than whatever must've happened between the healer and Pax.

Still, as much as Jamie hated death, he understood that sometimes it was time to let go.

"Something bad... Is this whatever Ezra's planning or is it something even bigger?" Jamie asked, adding on to Shiloh's question for Sonny.

"Oh for ******** sake—" Anger flashed over Shiloh's features, "You have the ******** permission to do whatever you want!" He was stressing out. Could you tell he was stressing out? "******** give them the permission to do whatever they ******** want!"

He was stressing out.

"Whatever. ******** it." He turned to Mercer, his motion jerky, "Shoot me back to Court. You guys can check on Pride, but I'm done here."

There were a few meaningful looks to America, to Temperance, even to Shiloh. Otherwise, he was squeezing Cass's shoulder (he would be right back to take the offer she made) and moving towards Shiloh.

He glanced towards Temperance and America again.

Instead he was focusing on something new indeed, to send Shiloh back to the Court without going himself. To exert the magic on someone but not himself.

"No one is keeping you here, Sonny. Just go." Temperance stood and dusted off her scrubs. They needed to move.

"Temp, if we don't all die, we're gonna have a talk," America said quietly.

Rabbit watched, eyes narrowed slightly, as tensions grew and burst, as suspicious permission was given and Jeremiah sent a whining Shiloh bamfing off into the night. Things were happening here, Things with a capital T, and for once he wasn't lost or oblivious. But this was not the time.

"If we don't all die," he said, echoing America, "I'm coming back here to make sure Pax is okay."

For now, it was time to move on.

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rabbit done with our homeboy

Jeremiah pops them into Blackfriars. He leans heavily on Cass as they land. The library is too still. It has been destroyed, torn to shreds. There is a streak of dried brown blood across the torn pages that are pinned beneath an overturned study carrel.

Those among the party who can sense magic can feel the pain and fear that accompanied this most recent outbreak. More importantly, they can sense a massive source of magical power hiding inside that overturned carrel. Silk had mentioned the Charter having a massive magical ‘bloom’: Could this be it?

Apparently not. Approaching the overturned carrel nets a massive magical discharge that knocks all of those involved back several steps, like getting knocked over by an oversized wave.

“Get back!” says the occupant of the overturned carrel. “Leave me the ******** alone!”

As America staggers back, Mr. Bitterberry flies up off her shoulder, trying to find a safe perch higher up. Within in moments, America reaches out to borrow his eyes. They scan the library before focusing on trying to get a peek at whoever was behind the carrel. Was it Pride? They sounded, thankfully, alive. And possibly in some trouble.