"Attempting to," Sylvain answers with a crooked grin, reigning Erebus in - and keeping him out of biting range of their guests, just in case. "I go away for a few weeks and he's decided that's a good enough excuse to be difficult about everything I ask him to do now. But he's probably spent too much time cooped up anyway."

He's not the only one. It felt good to do something familiar, something physical. And he didn't have to worry about twinging muscles and aching still-healing wounds in here. For the most part. There are still some bandages wrapped around his hands - which he can't seem to banish even when he focuses on willing them away. Apparently the Horizon has different ideas.

"What about you?"