An argument.

Xevon let out a dry snort. There wasn't much that would get him riled up but Finn? Kid had a temper like none other, that wasn't surprising. What was surprising was the fact that she was in one piece.

He shook his head, waving one hand as he slid inside and exhaled shortly. Whatever. He didn't have time to deal with her. His expression shifted slightly, softening as Renissa pieced around the cottage. Her home.

"It's alright, Renissa. I'm ... not particularly thirsty or hungry right now," he said quietly, keeping his voice gentle and calm. He took in a deep breath and let it out agin.

It was fine. Right now it was all fine.

There was nothing wrong.

But... good grief if he didn't feel the itching of memories at the back of his mind--threatening to release itself to come out.

His eyes flicked toward the door again. If Florence tried anything... he'd throw her out faster than fast. Even if he did want to tear her apart first.

Renissa didn't need to see that.

"Callisto? Do you need anything?" He asked quietly, tipping his head to the pale young man. "If not, we could probably think of something to ... prepare for our friends. Something to soothe aches and pains, maybe," Xevon turned his attention to Renissa. "One of our friends, she ... her eye was injured in the fight that killed Veles. I don't know much, but I worry that it could ache and hurt at times. I'd like to know that she's okay."