Jesper has been non-stop moving for a month now as if the very idea of sitting still would mean a surrender of some kind to the helplessness of the situation. He crashed in sleep when he had to and sprung up as soon as possible to keep walking around looking for leads. Some of them went places. Some of them didn't. He waited in Nocwich, pacing around, until they finally had some direction to the handful of escaped.

He went to that mountain guns blazing and ruthlessly killed anything in his path whether it was human or creature, just to get to them. It was a bit of chaos when they did finally meet up, a hurried conversation or two checking over the lost, and then a mad dash for the portals which would finally bring them home. Everyone looked terrible, Wilhelm especially. Jesper didn't have the time to see the pigeon clearly, because getting everyone out was the most important part.

Once they did make it through the portal, Jesper ended up having a very public meltdown, so he also couldn't check in on Wilhelm then. Dragged away by Luna guards for a timeout, he was cooling his heels in a room as the Lost were brought to healers and taken care of. It isn't until the next day, after some other conversations, that Jesper licked his wounded pride enough to get out and check in with others.

Wilhelm is at the top of his list so he finds out where he's taken to and knocks on the door. Jesper looks pretty subdued for him, his jacket and clothes a simple brown, both his physical and emotional states on the somber end. For good reasons, obviously, but he just wants to see Wilhelm recovering and breathing for his own sanity.

"Pigeon, it's Jesper."