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Jeremiah was quiet, watching the flicker of magic out of the corner of his eye. His own energy was needed, focused on the task of moving them where they needed to go. He was, quite honestly, going to need a boost when he got back to the ceremonial room. Part of him expected that he was going to end up needing Cass to make sure he did not face plant until he got his breath.

America and Kaleb both did well and Temperance, working on knitting Pride back together, was doing well.

"If there is," he said quietly to Pride, "anything to do, proper rites for Pax ..." It was, in all honesty, the least they could do. Some kind of ceremony, something to honor the Peaceful One.

"We'll be heading back after we make sure you're healed and will be alright." Jeremiah shifted to sit properly, his cane across his lap. "You won't have to be a filter for the magic anymore, if things go as planned."

With a soft sigh, she finished, rubbing her bloodied hands across her thighs. "You'll have to take it easy for a while. If you have a binder, or ace bandages, those will help with the pain. Press a pillow to your midsection if you need to cough or sneeze." Temperance blinked, trying to refocus on something other than the magic.

"Try sitting up, and I'll wrap you up for now. Do you want to come back with us?" They might need Pride there.

Pride took a deep breath. "I shouldn't," said Pride, "Too many preconceptions. I'll hurt the casting..." He pushed himself up very slowly, flickered his free hand and the carrel shoved itself up against his back. "I'll be okay for a little while, I think," he said. "I think... something happened. You all should head back."

"Should we check on Odal, as well?" She shook her head at Jeremiah, loathe to put a bloodied hand in his, and pulled herself up. "I will return later, Pride. Please get some fluids in, and don't do anything strenuous - magically or physically."

Jeremiah was shrugging his coat off, giving Cass a small warm smile, before he was dropping it around Pride's shoulders.

"I'll be back for this one," he told him, shoulders rolling and looking over to Temperance. "You can clean the blood off of your clothing," he said, "or I can take care of it before we go back. The magic is simple enough." He snapped his fingers, demonstrating as the blood on his own slowly dispersed and disappeared.

That uneasy feeling was still in the back of his mind as he added: "Odal the Vintner would be at the Court, so we can speak with Silk to learn of them." A breath. "... but I've a sour feeling as well. Like I am going to find someone injured again."

Releasing her breath, she gave Kaleb a brief grin and then noticed Mr. B and his new treasure. America couldn't help the small huff of laughter that escaped. Something settled a bit at the reminder. Always find a way to win, even if you have to lose.

They'd lost Pax, even if it was months ago. Even if it had been his will all along. But they'd managed to help Pride. And the one could never make up for the other, but it would make moving on to what needed to be done next that much easier, that much less burdened.

"Yeah, let's go help the others."

Jeremiah, once he was sure everyone was ready to go, took in a breath and they were gone.

Back to Court.