He didn't wait too long - the tule kotiin had done it's work just fine. He remembered the first night that they'd all gathered together, responding to his call. All of Avon at the time was present. Archon, Fable, Koga, Asa, and Foxglove. He didn't know what had happened to the rest of them, which left just Fable and himself. He let loose a heavy sigh as she came into view, releasing some of the tension as he rolled his shoulders and willed himself to relax. Carrying that in his body would bleed through to his mind, and it all would go downhill after that point.

He swallowed heavily when she was close, the little chuff from her drawing a sound from him too. It was almost a crooning sort of thing, betrayed by his own mind - wasn't he supposed to be in control of himself? Well, that had gone out the window at some point. Maybe when she'd goaded him into a dance. Things had been more simple at the dance, although conflicting and complicated and Fox had stumbled at times. She was always so gentle with him, though, encouraging even when his feet found each other. When she stopped and greeted him he offered her a thin, weak smile.

Was all well? He didn't know. Not technically - he could see that and feel it in the world. It almost felt like something was pulsing, a heartbeat all it's own, and Mythris was going to do as it needed to protect itself. As much as it can be, Miss Fable. He said in return. The world would protect itself, but who would protect her? Is Shiloh going with you? Foxglove asked - hopeful that she wasn't truly going alone. If he isn't - I will be. It was perhaps the most firm thing he'd ever said to her, but he was ready to do what he needed to keep her safe. He owed her that much.

But it would leave them more vulnerable in Avon, without him - but Epona could surely wrangle the kids, the girls were fairly good although full of childish mischief. Gosh - the kids. With Archon gone now, it would probably be even more uncomfortable for the kids if Fable left too. Let me. He said it softly, teeth briefly pressing into his bottom lip nervously. Fable had to be safe - for her girls, for her family, for Avon - for him. What if she didn't come back? What if she was hurt, or she was sick, or if something happened to her, and she had no way to ask for help?

Foxglove shook his coat out, as if he was trying to shake the thoughts from his head that threatened to send him into a panic. He could wrangle his emotions and his worries, tuck them far away for now, and put on a braver face. Still the worry was clear and evident on his face - he still worried.