Nothing else is destroyed on their way out. He finishes the rest of his hot dog in another bite and leans back against the window outside the shop.

His gaze shifts to Nero. He can sense the questions swirling, but he also doesn't know what that change in Nero's arm means. Only that it's indicated something not quite right. Which, yes. He's aware. Dean's been off for months. What Nero might be sensing is not so much an entity as a curse. Or both.

Gods help Vesemir if the four of them had developed wings after the Trials.

"No wings," he replies. "Singularity bestowed me with claws, though."

And teeth. He's not fond of it, but he can't deny its uses. At least he isn't the only one sprouting...gifts.