Still here. Didn't run sometime during the morning. Neither of them did. So that's something. New and tangible and not a bad thing. Maybe it's not a misshapen puzzle piece he's been looking for to get back into Thorne Life. No glue, no paint, no forcing it. Just something else entirely to connect the entire weave together.

It gives Lucifer some thoughts towards his domain, and that draws a small laugh out of him.

He stretches, but still remains tangled. "Finally, some real rest," he admits. He reaches up and knocks his knuckles lightly against Istredd's head. "See, lookit you, useful."