Ryah begged to differ. Running from his problems was exactly what he intended to do. At least until he was sufficiently recovered. Burying his head in the sand was also another option. After all, ignorance was bliss, wasn't it? He hesitated at the next question. Hopefully by now, that growing vampire clan had been taken care of. Ryah... hadn't really left on the best terms with the rest of the community. Truth be told, they had ordered him not to leave the city, to help take care of the problem growing in their own city instead of running off, harebrained, after Charlie. Bad enough she had taken off, to find answers about Jackson. Answers everyone already knew, deep down. But for him to chase after the both of them? When their community needed him?<br/><br/>"We...had an argument when I left," he admitted after a pause. To say things were strained was putting it lightly, but a call wasn't a bad idea. He spied his real clothes on the back of a chair and went to dig his phone out, dialing from memory. The brunet stepped out from the room, holding up a single finger for Drake before finding an empty alcove. He wondered how they would take the news. That he'd found Charlie and he was bringing her home. That she...wasn't in her best form. That he...owed it all to a vampire.<br/><br/>Even if they were on opposite sides, Ryah owed Drake. He owed him a lot. Surely, that had to mean something to his family, and the other hunters. A hunter's word was sacred. It was a long fifteen minutes before he returned, his face grim but not angry. "They're willing to allow a temporary truce. Since you saved Charlie. If you want to come to Boston, to lay low for a little while at least, until this blows over."