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The pounding at the door and the yell of his name from the hallway quickly filtered to the weremantis, rousing both him and Princess Eva from their sleep. It was a panicking feeling to realize that it was his bonded's voice, though he could barely recognize it as he scrambled down from his perch and rushed to the door, grateful that there was no furniture to worry about tripping over. He tried the door, cursing inwardly as he realized he was in his natural form and his claws were not the best when it came to opening doors but he managed, not willing to take the time to shift now.

"Alexander?" He hissed and clacked at the zomboil, worried at the sight of him and looking down the hallway for signs of a threat. "What is wrong? Come in, whatever it is we can work it out." He reached out to try to pull the zomboil into his room, very much concerned with whatever would have caused him to show up now, in the middle of the night, and very much confused. His natural form was...also bad for pulling zomboils into his room though.

She was going to burn down his room? Who was going to burn down his room? This was all quite bizarre to the mantodae as he managed to flick the light on, pushing the door closed as he followed Alexander farther into the room. His bonded looked...scared. And that was not alright with him. Whatever was happening was important, and he would do absolutely whatever it took to make it better.

Alexander had put his face in his hands, and Yin took the opportunity to shift back to his humanoid form, sinking down next to the zomboil and hesitantly reaching out to grab him by the shoulders. "Alexander what is going on? Who is trying to burn down your room?" His voice was worried, but it also had a somewhat hard edge to it as he thought about what he was going to do to her. Whoever she was. Had he said something about a silverwing? That word sounded familiar though it had not entirely clicked.

At least it did not until there was a curious and confused noise coming from the little pet bed in the corner and Fei began trying to toddle his way toward him. Wait...silverwing? As in..."Are you talking about your vaisel?" He asked, voice now more full of confusion than anything else.

It seemed bizarre that the tiny little kitten they had brought back the other day could today be the source of so many problems. Alexander seemed to be calming down a little bit, but he was also so worked up about it, and so scared as well. And Yin hated it. Alexander should never have to feel or look like this, and he would go take care of things for him. Fire when properly handled was not too big of a deal, and if it would help this situation...

Alexander was explaining what had happened now, about how she had evolved and he had forgotten to press B grown into some sort of fire creature and was now a fire hazard in his own room. And here the zomboil was in his room, trusting him to take care of everything. "Of course I will take care of this." He was quick to assure him, squeezing his shoulders lightly because he was fairly certain that the zomboil would be reassured by the action. "Everything will be fine. I shall go to your room and remove her and you do not need to worry about it any longer. I will not allow her to harm you. No one will harm you." He was pretty dead set on that. If he could prevent it nothing would harm the zomboil, and this was certainly something he could deal with.

He took away his hands and stood, starting for the door before a thought dawned on him and he turned, an apologetic look on his face. "Alexander, I know that you may not wish to go back right now but...I do not know the way to your room."

"It will work out Alexander." Even though they were at school Yin was...okay with his hand being held. The second hand over his was pushing it, but considering everything he was fine with it. Beside that, it was the middle of the night, most students would probably safely be tucked in their beds. They went slowly down the hallway, and Yin remained mostly silent as they passed by rooms, not wanting to wake anyone up.

It was not until they were outside that he really spoke up again, trying not to shiver in the cooler night air though his hand certainly felt cold. "Do not worry about actually going into your room Alexander, if you can just point me to the right door once we are in sight I can take care of it. As soon as you do that you can go outside or wherever you are the most comfortable." He rather hoped that this would go smoothly. The vaisel knew him at least, so perhaps she would not run from him. As sociable as she was it was entirely likely that she might come to him when he opened the door.

"Alexander I...I am really very happy that you trusted me enough to come to get me. I shall try my best not to disappoint you."

"Of course I shall not harm her," he assured the zomboil, hastily putting any thoughts he had had of an easily caught midnight snack out of his mind. "For now I shall concentrate on getting her out of your room and we can decide what to do with her later." She was Alexander's pet after all, and that meant that she should get some consideration.

But what really got his attention was Alexander's declaration. He could not help but feel almost ridiculously happy. Alexander trusted him. He would come to him for anything. This had not been some "well I guess I shall go to Yin because it is convenient," occurrence, Alexander trusted him to help with his problem. This was certainly worth getting up oin the middle of the night for. And at least with all of the excitement he had been jolted fully awake.

He had the most ridiculous urge to lean his head against the zomboil's shoulder as they walked, or to do something, though he did not know what. But it was a rather ridiculous notion as he was already chilled and the zomboil would likely just make it worse. So he merely looked over (and up) and the zomboil and quite simply said "thank you." The Undead dorms were in sight now and that pleased him. Soon he was going to be able to do something actually useful for his bonded.

Alexander had actually smiled, so Yin was fairly confident that he could get everything back to normal. At least, he was feeling fairly confident until Alexander began to talk about him needing something for warmth. If with all that was going on that was what the zomboil was worried about then...it did not bode well. It would probably be fine. Unless the Undead dormitory was like a...giant cooling box like at Alexander's house, he would probably be fine. And it was just going to be a simple in and out mission, and he would just keep moving to try to generate a bit of warmth. Yes, everything would be fine. Probably.

He was so wrapped up in those thoughts that only the feeling of Alexander's hand leaving his and seeing the zomboil stop out of the corner of his eye made him stop, turning so that they were completely facing each other as Alexander addressed him. Alexander was giving him an out. A chance to say that he did not want to face the the trials of the cold inside the building or his room, whatever the case may be. But what it really came down to, for Yin at least, was whether he was going to face the cold, something that he was highly uncomfortable with and it was rather dangerous, to remove something that terrified his bonded. And there was really no choice between the two.

"Alexander it will be fine," he promised. "All I need for you to do is walk me in far enough to point out your room and then you can come back here if you wish, but I am not changing my mind. I shall just go in and get her and come back out." With that he reached for the door to open it, rather hoping that the way to Alexander's room was not quite as convoluted as the way to his own.

Walking into the building was a relief. Instead of the blast of frosty air he had been expecting the air was merely cool. They passed by a few students that seemed to look familiar, though no one that Yin really knew. He nodded to those who waved, but he was content to move along at as fast a pace as he could with the zomboil, more than ready to get back to his own room and actual warmth. Then came the stairs. Alexander was not the fastest at going down the stairs, and the descent truly felt like torture more than anything else. Agonizingly slow steps that just got colder and colder the farther he went down. This was for Alexander. He was going down for Alexander. The zomboil needed this.

Finally Alexander pointed toward a door, Yin’s eyes following the direction until he thought he saw a curl of smoke. ”I shall return shortly,” he said as he started for the door. No. Really. It was much to cold to linger right now, it would be a short trip. And actually…the smoke was rather nice to see, if there was a fire in the room he might not freeze.

Opening the door however revealed a room that could have belonged in any house of horror. He paused, stunned, as he began to look around. He may have expected some mess in the zomboil’s frenzy to get out of his room but not this. Never in his worst nightmares had he imagined this. It was rather upsetting really as he surveyed the filthy room, fingers all but itching to pick up bits of trash or to at least put some of the clothes in a hamper. And there, between the door and the rest of the room, surrounded by a nest of burned and smoldering papers (almost all having a curious symbol that looked like an A+), was the vaisel, gazing up at him in adoration and tail swishing happily.

Alexander needed this vaisel. It was apparently the only way trash would ever leave his room.

Yin could not blame the poor thing at all, this was just wrong. He reached down to scoop her up and she went to him willingly, though an ember may have fell on his shirt and burned a tiny hole. She was delightfully warm, and seemed to be rather happy that he was warmer than the room was as she cuddled against his chest. He made sure that nothing other than the papers were on fire, and they were going out now that she had been removed. He was not sure but he could almost feel adoring gazes from other parts of the room as he stepped back with her in his arms and started back toward the zomboil.

When this was all over with something was going to be done about that room. One could not…should not live in such a state. Alexander may have been waiting for him…but he had a fiery vaisel in his hands. ”If you wish to check on your room I shall meet you upstairs,” he informed him before scurrying upstairs, trying to get back to a tiny level of warmth. The vaisel in his arms helped but he could still feel the cold sinking into him.