With a smirk, Elara shook her head at the foolish female mortal's first words to her princeling charge in the 'privacy' of the bathing chamber. At the reminder that vampires could hear quite well from a fair distance, even with the interference of the water and the door being closed, Elara's face twisted in annoyance that he was letting Sybil know just the amount of power the vampire queen held over them. Then Elara looked up from her letters, giving the door an icy glower and huffed a little as she returned to her work. She finally finished her narrative to the fallen vampire's families, folding both pieces of paper over on themselves and pulled out a dark stick of black wax from one of the drawers in her desk and held the stick close to one of the lit candles. Slowly, her wax stick began to melt at the heated end, dripping artfully in a few circular globs on first one of her folded papers, and then the other. Quickly, she pulled out another tool from the desk, her seal... well the Queen's seal, in the shape of a crown and pressed the round end into the melted wax puddles, leaving the impression of a seal all vampires recognized on each letter.<br/><br/>With a resigned sigh, Elara reclined in her chair while she waited for her guests to finish their bath, her blue eyes fixed on the closed door to her own private bathing chamber. She would never admit it, but Sybil requested Cyne to stay with her in the bathing chamber and the prince wordlessly doing so, possibly using the bath water from the splashing she heard. With a shake of her head, the vampire Queen turned her attention to what she would say to her Council, how she would spin this reticint mage staying in her home being a good thing. Perhaps when Caldwyn returned, he could see to keeping Sybil in line, make her curious enough to forget her little rescue mission.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Caldwyn's progress toward the shimmering, almost ominous, portal was slow and daunting for a creature of his age; while he was sturdy on one of the four-legged creatures they used in this realm, a fall would probably shatter one of his legs quite painfully. He had an escort, of course, what with being a faithful servant of the Queen and being on the Queen's business to close the portal, as authorized by the Council. But his escort would bring his body home draped over the back of a beast if he broke something, and they would have no choice in the matter. It was late into the night by the time they reached the location of the portal, the stones holding the circular portal in place still the same.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, Caldwyn signaled for his guards to pause and slowly dismounted from his beast, stumbling on the uneven ground but catching himself and huffing a little. "This will take some time, you may want to fan out while I begin the process." He said to the vampires around him, watching them fan out after dismounting their beasts, before he faced his foe, the portal. Without procrastinating the process any further, Caldwyn stepped forward and extended both of his arms out to his sides, chanting in a low voice, beginning what he thought might be the best process to destroy the link to the other realm.