Jesper senses in his gut when something has gone wrong. Something is off. It's not only the madness around them but it is a memory that starts to bubble up. It's after helping someone who seems to be in a panic, his hand glowing strangely as they soothe (into something almost like love) and he's confused but glad it worked. That's when he feels it though. It's familiar, a long ago nightmare. He wants to throw up.

Adlewyrd, the bane of his existence, is back. Jesper hides inside for a time but the first time he is skittishly out and about, he spots one of the gambling dens. He usually has a path around them he goes automatically now, so it's always out of mind. He feels that pull and he literally runs away, sweating as he rushes away from temptation. The first time he and Sylvain slept together was due to Adlewyrd, the only good thing about it, and so it is his instinct to flee toward something better.

He runs toward the house the three of them live and bangs on the front door, knowing already Hilda isn't there and just hoping someone is there. When Sylvain opens it, Jesper immediately throws himself into his arms, head bowed down to curl into his neck, clinging to him. "Adlewyrd's back," he says, muffled, into Sylvain's skin.