<span style="font-family:Amaranth">Jen contemplated King's offer for an escort. Perhaps he was right. Ever since the beginning of the night, her powers, her energy had been thrown way off. There was something messing with them and she was entirely sure what that was just yet. Her eyes shifted to Dawn briefly before they were drawn back to him. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">I think perhaps you should come with me, if you wouldn't mind. There is something wrong with my abilities that I can't explain and I do not trust myself not to do something foolish. You always seem to reign me back in when I need it, King</span>." She trailed off for a moment, returning her focus back to the Angel.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">Since he has taken a liking to you, Legba will keep you safe. This house has been warded and safe guarded by both myself an King. If there is anywhere in the city that is a fortress, it is here. All I ask is that you answer the door for no one. Not even if they claim to be one of us. If it was us, the doors would automatically open upon our arrival. Other than that, you are free to roam around as you choose</span>."<br/>
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She felt slightly agitated, her emotions on high alert. It felt like a buzz under her skin, steadily growing stronger as the hours passed. Either something bad was going to happen, or something was warning her of impending danger. Whatever the case may be, Jen turned and grabbed her familiar black leather backpack off of the chair that sat in the corner of the bedroom. She tossed it almost angrily onto her bed before she began stuffing enough clothes and supplies she would need for at least two days. If it took longer than that to get to the Unseelie then she knew things were dire.</span>