Hennessy doesn't have to cling any more tightly. Ronan's already got her covered, his strong grip keeping her from slipping more than an inch. He'd toss her over his shoulder and carry her if these were the good old days, but at this point, he's convinced she'd claw his eyes out before allowing that to happen.

Anyway, they're almost there. Ronan casts a glance back to her just long enough to gauge how much nightwash is spilling out of her, then hisses a curse under his breath, picking up the pace.

Her resentment won't be eased by their arrival at his bedroom. Ronan practically kicks open the door, revealing the opulent room with its four enormous beds and their heavy-curtained canopies. He leads her straight to his bed, ready to hoist her up onto it if she can't make the climb herself.

It's only now that he remembers the missing piece in this equation. He's going to have to dream with Hennessy in order to keep out the Lace, but he needs his own caretaker to prevent him from using all this magic in the air to manifest his own terrors.

"Kylo," he speaks out loud, shouting it at the same time with his mind: Kylo!