Brie watched as her werecat's eyes fell., "Just...I was--I am, so worried about what could happen to you if I continue to do this. I don't want you to live with a target. I want both Ghost and me to get out, so we can all live a more normal life than what we've been living..." He fell silent and thoughtful, clearly trying to process what his thinking may have been. If there was anything Brie knew about Thyme, it was that he was always open to the more logical side of things. Even now she could tell that he was quickly understanding how flawed his thinking had been. She appreciated it, greatly.<br/><br/>Thyme's gleaming eyes came back up to rest on Brie in a scrutinizing manner, his brows furrowing, "Brie, are you alright?" she snorted at that and Thyme acknowledged, "I mean, that's a stupid question...but are you alright physically?" His hand rested on her shoulder with concern, causing Brie to take a moment to really assess herself and the situation. Was she physically okay? She felt pretty exhausted, sick, and a little weak if she were to be totally honest with herself. She also was very high strung, her emotions constantly storming within her with the slightest provocation.<br/><br/>"I'm really tired and just don't feel all that well," she finally answered after a moment of contemplative silence. She didn't have the energy to explain everything she felt, just that she didn't feel great. She came forward, her arms wrapping around Thyme as she placed her head against his chest, "I changed my mind. I don't want you to sleep anywhere else tonight."<br/><br/>_________<br/><br/>"I missed this side of you, sheill."<br/><br/>Kallista barely paused in her movements as they raced through foliage and corpses, but it was enough for her light-haired companion to realize she needed more information than that, "It has been a long time since I have seen you walk so proudly, or act in violence towards one who provoked you. It is more...real, to see you like this." He gave a pointed movement, as if to address her entire being. She had no doubt she looked a mess, but she also had no doubt that Silas preferred her that way. She didn't reply, knowing full well that Silas was about to say something crippling to her emotions. She prepared herself, taking a breath and reminding herself that Silas had worried about her for years on end and she had driven him to almost pure exhaustion.<br/><br/>"I missed fighting with you, Kallista." Ah, there it was! The outwardly simple truths that would spill from Silas's lips. He had used her name, trying to assert the meaning behind his words. He didn't want her how she had been the past decade plus. He wanted the old her, the one he had been able to witness on this most unfortunate day. "I do not miss it," she replied bitterly, though not at Silas's words. "If Paetra were not involved, we would not be here. We would not be in this mess. It was an oversight on our part to bring her along. It was an oversight on my part. One that I do not plan to make again. I am furious, Silas! I did not wish to bathe in blood today. I shall kill every single person that had a hand in this mess if Paetra does not see fit to wake up to us again."<br/><br/>Her speech was sharp, disgusted, and angry all at once. She hated herself, that much was certain. She didn't understand how she had allowed for this to all happen. She should not have brought Chuck inside and just left him outside, or even better--killed him right then. Her weaknesses had manifested in the worst ways and now Paetra was paying for it.