Roe reformed even as the lock was turning, as she was collapsing back against the door, Moving from her to become real once more, but he had a plan. Tegan was lifted, hoisted, cradled in his arm and he held her tightly to him. His right hand had her shoulder, the finger moving, tracing the sigil and ward of protection that he had put on her the night before. A slight sent of roses moving as he started to carry her to her room. He had traced the symbol in almost record time, getting his armor to shroud her from all mystical sight, all trace of being alive save to see her.<br/><br/>He cast a glance at the door, and for a moment it shimmered to the different vision his eyes afforded. Warding the door and the house to warn him of ...intrusion. He had felt something on the bus, something that was familiar, but different. Something else of power was near by. He could not see the passing people, the cars and other vehicles. He had no idea where the power came from, or what is was, but he did not like it. Luckily his form as the necklace was is most obfuscated form, he would appear to all mortal and supernatural eyes as an enchanted item. They did exist, and many found their ways into mundane hands.<br/><br/>He moved slowly, carrying Tegan in arms that had created mountains and dredged the oceans in the creation of this world. There was nothing that would have made him let go, save the most precious woman he carried.<br/><br/><em>Shower or bed Tegan. I promise .. I... see how I feel.</em><br/><br/>With that he opened his mind to her, opened what he was beginning to think of as his soul. There she found his want and need for her. There was no pain, no hurt or worry, only visions of them together.<br/>