There's a message from Kiara at some point later; she's standing out on her balcony, coffee in hand with the faint stirrings of traffic below her; brows pressed together as she scans the updates coming through: I'm glad you guys are okay. That's first. Sent.
A beat later comes:
Kalen it wasn't a question of trust for me. I trust you. Them, absolutely not. I don't think the most proficient of us could go against them and be really sure what their limits were until it was too late to get out. I'm doing a little digging around on my own, if anything turns up that might help, I'll let you guys know.
And once more:
Conversely, if anyone wants somewhere safe to stay, my sofa is incredibly comfortable. -K.
A beat later comes:
Kalen it wasn't a question of trust for me. I trust you. Them, absolutely not. I don't think the most proficient of us could go against them and be really sure what their limits were until it was too late to get out. I'm doing a little digging around on my own, if anything turns up that might help, I'll let you guys know.
And once more:
Conversely, if anyone wants somewhere safe to stay, my sofa is incredibly comfortable. -K.