Eliot fell onto the bed beside Quentin and looked at the man with saddened eyes. He reached up with his hand and brushed back a piece of Quentin's hair from his face, looking over him. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked softly, that was more important to him than any key. Getting magic back would mean nothing if Quentin was gone. He propped his head up on his hand and stared at Q's face, his hand rested on his chest.<br/><br/>"Q... I was so worried about you," He murmured, staring at his own hand as his fingers traced random shapes over Q's shirt. He bunched up the fabric inn his hand and then smoothed it out again, looking back up at Q's face. "I felt a giant hole in my chest when you fell, it was awful."<br/><br/>________<br/><br/>Julia walked with Margo into the other room and nodded at her question. "Yeah, I should be able to. I'll put a dozen or so wards on, just in case. just make sure everyone's in here that we want before I start, I don't want them to get locked out or anything." Julia started walking towards the door to go outside and start working on the wards. She lifted her hands, moving her fingers and wrists in complicated routines, watching as the wards started lighting up around the walls of the building.