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They arrived in his apartment. He had been aiming for the kitchen, but considering it was a studio space the living room really wasn't all that far off. Accuracy was something he had been getting better and, honestly, there were other things on his mind (not hurting Prehnite and not getting caught, the two highest).

Moving both of them had been draining, but Richterite hadn't been willing to take any further risks when it came to getting the lieutenant out of there. He pushed past the way his own legs felt like jello, wobbling on his feet for a second before leaving Prehnite where he was standing so that he could retrieve a box from the area sectioned off by a divider wall (his 'bedroom'). The box contained a few energy orbs that he hadn't turned in yet and a small set of lock picks he'd had, and treasured, since his Hillworth days.

"********, Reed. I should have started looking for you sooner." He shook his head as he set the box down, pulling the picks out so that he could get to work on the cuffs. It was way easier to pick the locks on handcuffs when you could actually see what you were doing instead of fumbling with them behind your back (someone had bet him that he couldn't and Rik didn't back down). "They didn't rough you up too bad, did they? Do I need to get you to a hospital after I get you out of these cuffs?"

"When I started working the whole 'street magician' angle for energy gathering I bought a set of lock picks. Thought I'd try my hand at a bit of actual magic," there was a slight smirk to his tone, leaving the honesty of his story up in the air for the moment.

"Turns out I'm s**t at it, at least when I'm trying to pick cuffs on my own wrists, but --" A soft schick sounded as one cuff popped open, leaving him to start on the second. "Not so bad when they're on someone else."

The second took a little bit longer but eventually there was a clinkclank as the cuffs fell to the floor. He gave them a kick across the room, knocking them out of sight for the moment. Richterite set the picks on the coffee table, powering down as he headed to the kitchen to snag a bottle of water and protein bar (his usual breakfast staple). "This first, then you can use my shower. I'll get you some clothes and we'll take a look at your wrists -- And you can tell me what son of a b***h nabbed you."

He paused after saying that, looking over the other man once more with a furrowed brow. "Or you can crash and we'll save that conversation for morning."

"Card tricks are easy." He flashed the other man a grin, continuing the story for a bit while Reed helped himself to the water and the bar he'd brought over. "You start out with the easy things and then you go 'Hmm, what would be more useful if I find myself arrested for performing on the street without a permit?' and take off on what might work better from there. It's a lot easier than being that a*****e who winds up on the news for starting a brawl with DCPD."

His brow furrowed as Reed started to thank him and he shook his head. "No, you don't have to thank me. All of the Above is definitely a package that you can pick from the menu too. It actually comes with the added bonus of breakfast in the morning. Can't cook much, but I can toast an Eggo like a boss. Bagels too."

"Bed and breakfast, eh? Could be an interesting business venture. Don't know if they'd give a guy with no credit a business loan, though. Maybe we'll pitch it to the higher-ups at some point. We could market energy-draining as a sleep aide. All the rage! Best rest ever!" He shook his head, smirking softly as he held his hand out to the other man so that he could help him to his feet.

The 'living area' of Rikard's apartment consisted of the kitchen area with a small breakfast table and two chairs, although he couldn't recall the last time he'd had someone over to actually use them. A flat screen television was mounted to the wall with two gaming systems sitting neatly on a shelf beneath it. There was a coffee table, littered with books from the classes that he was supposed to be taking this semester. The sectional sofa took up the rest of the main living area and did have the option to pull out into a bed, although he hadn't actually used it since setting the other half of the open floor space up into a 'bedroom'.

"C'mon. On your feet, soldier. Shower's not far; plus side of an apartment set-up like I've got. We can discuss business ventures a bit more while I take a look at your wrists once you're cleaned up."

"Yeah, yeah." He laughed, running his hand over his face as he leaned against the wall for a moment. "Towels are in the cabinet by the sink and I'll leave some sweats outside the door for you." He lingered until he heard the water start up before heading to his dresser to get some comfortable clothes for Reed to sleep in.

He left a pair of basic black joggers and a local band t-shirt just outside the bathroom door, folded neatly on the floor. He then made his way to the kitchen to get the first aide kit down from on top of the refrigerator. He grabbed another bottle of water out of the fridge, pouring some into a cup to then pop into the microwave to heat for tea. While the microwave was humming away he peered into the fridge, pulling out the supplies to make a sandwich. He figured that would make a decent enough of a distraction for the other man while he bandaged his wrists.

Neither of those things took as long as he would have expected, so he set the tea and sandwich down alongside the first aid kit before shifting his living room around enough to pull the bed out of the sofa. He was starting to run low on energy himself from the late hour along with the teleportation, but he wouldn't let himself relax until he'd gotten everything else settled first.

He set the cup of tea down on the end table along with the sandwich. He had an antibacterial cream at the ready along with some gauze and a bit of medical tape to hold everything together. Rikard had been lucky enough to not need to use much out of the medical kit he'd put together, but he wasn't going to knock being prepared even if he had never expected to need it for something like this.

"Lemme take a look at your wrists and then you can crash. You don't even have to sit up if you're alright with me prodding at you while you're lying down." He kept his voice soft, not wanting to bother the other man too much if he'd already passed out. He couldn't imagine what going through something like that had been like and still wanted to track down whoever had done it to have a few stern words, amongst other things.

He didn't know anyone on their side, personally, who deserved something like this.

"Tomorrow's fine, Reed." He nodded, giving the other man's shoulder a gentle squeeze once he had finished bandaging up his wrists. He would remember everything that his friend said, storing it all away so that he could keep an eye out for any knight with a whip -- And more.

"Get some sleep; as much sleep as you want. I'll leave the light on and hey, man-- You wake up during the night and you need someone, wake me up." He wouldn't be far, wasn't sure that he would even sleep much himself or if he would just be up all night trying to figure out how their people had been missing for so long without being noticed.