Silas sat alone in their house, his room dark. The bag of their things Kally had asked him to get was neglected at his feet. He stared, not at the wall or at anything in particular, but into the past. Memories of a time before Market City and before Paetra flooded his mind as he tried to decide whether he preferred himself and Kallista with children or without.<br/>Unsurprisingly, it didn't take him long to realize that was a ridiculous question. He loved Paetra as much as he loved his wife, and nothing could change that. His contemplation was brought on by the fact that now, Paetra was no longer human. He guessed she had never really been human, but she had lived as one, and he and Kallista had always counted that as a blessing.<br/>Now, because of a dead man and a nearly deadly bullet, Paetra could no longer have a normal life.<br/>The elf sighed. He felt...old. Having only a few centuries of life under his belt, he was still young, by elf standards. Perhaps his life of adventure was starting to catch up with him.<br/>Silas doubted that, if he was being truthful with himself. He supposed it was more that he hadn't been adventuring in so long. Kallista and himself had lived a quiet life since being thrown into the future, and perhaps it was that which was wearing on him.<br/>Silas sighed again, standing and grabbing their bag. In it was a change of clothes for each of them, including Paetra, along with a vial of blood for Kallista and some other food for them.<br/>He walked out of their house, careful to lock it before making his way to the hospital. It did not take him long to find his wife, standing outside of a surgery room. He dropped the bag nearby and embraced her. The hug was full of love and concern, and Silas's head rested on her shoulder.<br/>"It will be okay, sheill."<br/>It was unclear whether he was telling her or himself.