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Cael Becker	Time passes in the pitch black room, with Cael and Jon both tucked against one another in the queen sized bed. Cael has woken one or twice - unsure of time, but feeling Jon's comforting presence beside her before dozing off once more. She's nearing consciousness once again as Jon shifts beside her - pulling Cael in closer - and accidentally delivering a painful jab to the bite in her thigh. She'd done her best to clean it, but puncture wounds are a real bitch, and she was probably already building something of an infection.     The result is that Cael hisses in pain, jolting to consciousness as she pulls away from Jon, turning her injured thigh away from the man still snuggled beside her as she clenches her jaws together. It's not like Jon did that on purpose, she tells herself. No need to disturb their sleep if she can avoid it...
Jonathan Sims	Jon is already waking, which is why he shifted in the first place. Cael's pain floods his senses for a moment as the empath's mind shifts gears from the Astral world to the waking one, mental shields still not up properly. It's a weak moment, first waking, when he's not fully present in either of the spaces he normally spends his time.     So for a moment, Jon actually feels the pain of Cael's injuries, though it's more of a vague sense of 'ow' than specific locations. He hisses too, pulling away and curling in on himself for a moment, confused. He wasn't injured last night. He was exhausted, to be sure, but he'd managed to hold off any of the werewolves from hurting him.     They blink their eyes open in the dark and murmur, "Cael? You okay?" Voice still heavy with sleep; they crack a yawn.
Cael Becker	"...fine, Jon. I'm fine. I didn't meant to wake you," Cael answers back, letting out a sigh. Part of her wants to rub the pain away - though she's quite certain that would make things worse, not better. "I managed to jostle the bite on my thigh." A little white lie, to be sure - no reason to make Jon feel guilty for something he hadn't meant to do.     "Feeling better, yourself? You were dead on your feet last night."     She shifts herself around until she's sitting at the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, as she tries to assess just how sore her various wounds feel. The bite in her leg definitely feels like the worst of it.
Jonathan Sims	"I hadn't tried that before, healing that way," Jon murmurs, shifting around a bit to curl up further, reaching out his arm to Cael. Not really trying to pull her in, more just trying to keep contact. "I practiced in dreams, but it's not the same. And reattaching a heart... it's a lot."     They yawn again, and then mutter, "Might not've had to if whoever that annoying shadow bloke was had bothered to help instead of yammering at us. Jerk."
Cael Becker	"I... honestly didn't think you'd manage it," Cael admits quietly. "I thought he was dead, and the next thing we know - he's talking. That's... fuck, Jon. That's really something, you know?" Feeling Jon's hand groping out to bump against her, she reaches down with her hand, to lock fingers with theirs.     "I'm glad it worked. I'm glad your friend is alright." She gives a squeeze, content to just stay there for the moment, feeling her pain reduce slowly to a dull ache.
Jonathan Sims	"Heart surgeons do it every day," Jon replies, almost idly, squeezing Cael's hand in return. "Not that that makes it any less spectacular of a feat, but what I did wasn't some kind of miracle. It just... was. Difficult, but doable. If I hadn't had his heart, if I'd had to re-grow it? I don't know. Might not have managed that."     They sigh, and then shift around to sit up themself, pulling their hand away from Cael's to run it through their hair. "Ought to go check on him," they murmur. "I'm sure Dr. MacIntyre has done so, but there's a reason you're not supposed to treat your loved ones."     Another yawn cracks his jaw and then he says, "Speaking of, you're hurting. Need bandages checked or something? Should I find Dr. MacIntyre and ask her to prescribe some painkillers?" He's assuming, of course, that she had Morrigan help her last night.
Cael Becker	"...yeah. Probably should have them checked," Cael confirms in a quiet voice. There's a momentary pause before she admits, "I did the best I could with them." Presuming she'd get help with them in the morning.     And she'd helped herself to whatever painkillers she could find in the place.     "I should have done better keep them off of me but- damn, last night was a thrill, wasn't it?" Something she can only say because they all made it through intact. Despite the pain, she grins in the darkness at the memory of the combat.
Jonathan Sims	At first, Jon laughs. "It was. It's... I used to blame it on the Archivist, you know? I mean, the... weird amalgam consciousness of prior Archivists that I could tap into for knowledge and power. It'd kind of... take over, and I'd do reckless things. I told myself that /I/ was a mild-mannered psychiatrist and /that/ was... not me. Not really."     They peer around at the room, eyes adjusted to the darkness, to find the light switch. "But now... well... now I know it's partly just /me/. I enjoy fighting, I leap before I look sometimes, I get seized with a wild desire for adventure. And I've rather radically changed the whole position of Archivist anyhow. Uriel and I were talking about that, the other night, and--"     They cut off as they summon a glowing magical hand to flick on the bedroom light and actually /see/ Cael's wounds, particularly the one on the back of the neck. The bandage hadn't been properly fastened, and part of the wound is left uncovered. They hiss, and then glower, and open their mouth to demand to know why Morrigan did such a bad job--and then Cael's earlier words finally sink in. "/You/ did the best you could? You had two medical doctors in the building, why did /you/ have to patch this up?"
Cael Becker	"There's another medical doctor?" Cael asks with bafflement, turning her head to look towards Jon. she can only turn her neck so far before she winces, though, and has to rotate her torso instead. "Jon, you were //beat.// I've had plenty of first aid training. I stopped the bleeding, cleaned them, and bandaged them up. I figured anything else could wait for morning. None of them are serious."     Her expression is curious, though, as she asks, "How did you change the position of Archivist? Because you became Ma'at's avatar?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon huffs. "For the love of... Cael, healing you would've wound up requiring maybe an extra hour of sleep. But I /thought/ you were going to have Dr. MacIntyre deal with the wounds. You bandaged the wound on the back of your neck badly enough that it could've become infected. Tell me you at least let Hannigan sing for you?"     By this time they've summoned up their extra arm and insisted Cael scoot back around so they can look at the back of her neck. "Hold still," they say, irritably. "Let me have a look." They carefully peel back the bandage as they speak, and examine the wound.
Cael Becker	Cael leaves the question unanswered as she lets Jon study the back of her neck - her gaze locked fixedly on the wall in front of her. She was glad that Moon Knight had had the good sense to install a dimmer on the lights in these completely windowless rooms - to bring the brightness up gradually, and not blind them entirely. It was a nice touch.     "It's alright, isn't it?" she asks instead, as she waits for Jon's professional opinion on her wound. "...I did the best I could," she admits wryly.
Jonathan Sims	Jon closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. "Cael," he says slowly, "Please answer the question? Did Dr. MacIntyre refuse to help you, or did you not even go to see her? It's important."     After a pause, "It's not alright. You missed part of the wound. An infection on your neck could have led to meningitis, and with me sleeping like a rock and not able to notice, you could wind up in hospital, or dead. Or you could have gotten sepsis. Do you know how many people die of sepsis each year from /minor/ infections that they just ignored?" His voice trembles with anger, but his hands are steady as he examines the wound.
Cael Becker	"I didn't know she was a doctor, Jon! And she was with Mr. Knight - I didn't want to bother her," Cael explains, letting out a frustrated huff of air.     She can hear the fear and anger in their voice, and she lets out a quiet sigh, closing her eyes for a few moments. "I cleaned the wounds - and it was just a matter of... waiting overnight." How bad could it get overnight?     "I'm alright," she reassures him - a little puzzlement leaking into her voice. Was this... left over paranoia from her recent brush with death? Or had she genuinely miscalculated her medical needs that badly?
Jonathan Sims	"I could have healed you before you went to sleep and avoided all of this," Jon grumbles. "Or you could have asked someone else to at least check the wound on the back of your neck. You said you'd 'get medical treatment,' I assumed..."     He stares down at the wound on Cael's neck. "It's... it's alright, you cleaned it out just fine, it's just..." He takes in a shuddering breath and lets it out. "I thought you knew. I went to sleep and I thought..." He shakes his head. "Look, can I heal you /now/? It won't be that hard, really."
Cael Becker	"I should have sought out some help, you're right. I'm sorry," Cael admits. "But by the time I got you settled, I wasn't sure where your friend Tara had gone, Moon Knight was in no shape, and his... girl friend? Was with him..." She lets out a sigh, then adds, "I'll be more careful next time - but I really thought it would be fine for a few hours." And she wasn't wrong - was she?     "You can heal them, yes. I'm not a //masochist,// despite some of my past behavior." She smiles wryly for a moment, continuing to sit still on the edge of the bed.
Jonathan Sims	"Could've fooled me," Jon mutters, but it's lighter-hearted than it was before. "And you were right, it's just... why be in pain if you don't have to be?"     He takes in a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and then calls forth warm sunlight around his hands, the soft glow of early morning or late afternoon, not too hot. Pleasant, comfortable, the light that through one fashion or another gives energy to almost all living things on Earth. It does make a great deal of sense to worship the sun--the entire planet quite literally wouldn't exist without its star.     The light plays over Cael's neck wound, and along the rest of the wounds as well, her arm and scalp and the bite on her thigh. It'll take some time, even though it's a little easier for Jon to do now that he knows he can. Belief's always key to his magic.     "The Archivist thing, umm... well, it turns out the Archivists will serve Ma'at going forward. Not Neith, although she still has a supervisory role, and not Thoth. I've changed the way the whole position works. Uriel said that I'm... what the position always should have been. What it will be going forward." Jon sounds uncomfortable, saying that, frowns slightly.
Cael Becker	"And why push you on a new skill when you're //exhausted,// hmm? You needed rest," Cael points out flatly. As the warmth from Jon's glow starts to seep into her wounds, though, she lets out a sigh of relief, unconscious tension caused by the lingering pain relaxing out of her. That... was so much better. "Can we bottle that?" she murmurs - before turning her head to look back towards Jon again.     "What it was always meant to be?" she asks curiously. "What's changed - other than the patron? How is what you're doing //better// than what your grandmother did?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon's still holding that soft glowing light over Cael's neck, and he frowns at her for a moment. "Hold still!" He quirks a brow, though it's more irritated than angry.     "The patron's a lot of it," he goes on. "I don't call on Ammit to directly kill people anymore. Ma'at gave Javier a second chance, and that's... how it'll be, going on, evidently. Giving people a chance to change, to learn. And that's... a huge change, Cael."     He hesitates a moment, then sighs, and adds, "On top of that, the... amalgam consciousness, the 'Archivist?' You remember the getup I used to transform into? Twist the bracer, change into a different outfit, gain more power? It's... gone. I think I sort of used that energy in the Wellspring spell, since I used the bracer that governed the change. I handed the bracer over to Gaea when I said goodbye a couple of weeks ago. But I hadn't been calling on it for months anyway, not since the battle on January 5th."     A moment's thought and the light expands, a tiny ball of sunlight, difficult to look at directly. "The way Uriel put it... it's not that I am the Archivist. It's that the Archivist is /me/. Does that... make sense?"
Cael Becker	"Sorry, sorry," Cael replies, though there's an amused smile on her lips. She holds his gaze for a few moments longer, then turns back towards the wall again, to let Jon continue with the healing.     Her expression goes thoughtful was she listens to Jon speak, running it over in her own mind as she makes sure she's following him correctly. This is important to Jon - this is who they //are// - and she wants to understand it properly.     "So... before, the Archivist and Neith - or was it Thoth? - they judged someone unworthy, they went their soul straight to Ammit. And now... you and Ma'at give them another chance? How does that work, exactly? You said- you said something about showing Javi the pain he'd caused?" she asks. "...how do you do that?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon hesitates a moment, then says, "Do you remember... umm... when we rescued you from Michael, and you had me pinned to the wall? You were convinced you deserved what was happening, and I... I stopped fighting, and I tried to show you how your friends saw you? My own view of you, what I'd picked up through resonance from Sam and Sara..." They shrug, uncomfortable about bringing the incident up at all, and hurry on.     "Well... it seems that once I've taken a statement I can at least pick up that resonance about how others view someone. The pain they've caused, the joy they've caused. Or maybe Ma'at can, specifically; it was her feather, the Feather of Truth, that I used to make Javier see how he'd affected people. Sometimes that's enough to help someone change. Feeling a connection to others can help someone in a crisis. Seeing that their victims are human and in pain can help a bully or a criminal stop what they're doing. Not always, but even the /idea/ of a second chance is rather radical, from the Archivist's point of view."     The glow finally fades, and Jon reaches out to wrap Cael up in his arms from behind. "I could show you if you like. Properly."
Cael Becker	The mention of that day - how she'd hurt Jon, how she hadn't been properly //herself// for a while - causes Cael to close her eyes, and take a deep, slow breath in. "I remember," she murmurs softly. Her hand reaches up to brush briefly at her eyes, as she listens to Jon's explination - offering a nod of understanding - before she leans back into Jon's arms, a sigh escaping her lips.     "What do you mean - properly show me?" she asks simply.
Jonathan Sims	"I mean... I've taken three of your statements now. I could absolutely show you the effect you have on the world. How others see you, the good you've done." Jon shrugs. "Or not. In your case... it'd be a service, rather than anything done to get you to change. I think Ma'at thinks you're generally going down a good road as it is."     They sigh, and reach up to run a hand through Cael's hair. "I'm sort of jealous, actually. I wish I could do that for myself. Uriel and I had a long talk about... me, and my power, and... it's all been a lot, you know? I can't quite see the impact I have on the world, and it's clouding things."
Cael Becker	Cael doesn't know what to say to that at first - and she remains silent in Jon's arms, leaning back into their presence, a few more tears leaking unexpectedly from her eyes at the thought of- does she really make such a difference?     Despite her doubts on her own account, though, she rallies immediately on Jon's behalf. "You only saved all of reality - nah, I'm sure it's not that big of an impact," she remarks immediately in a dry tone. "...you helped me be stronger, and healthier - and I'm not the only one. You do so much, Jon. I can't //show// you, but... You do so much."
Jonathan Sims	"Uriel says the gods respond to /my/ call. Not Ma'at's, not the Archivist's... mine. I'm trying to come to terms with the idea that I /deserved/ to be on the barque of the King. It's just so much, when all your life people have told you that you're little, unimportant, that you won't amount to anything on your own."     Jon sighs. "And maybe I balk at the idea that I'm all that special. Why shouldn't the gods respond to anyone who calls? Why wouldn't any other Champion or Archivist have been able to do all I've done? Yes, I do a lot, but so does everyone else. I couldn't have saved reality without help. Without /your/ help, in part."     They frown at the other wall. "But, then again, I did pick up a man's heart off the street last night, shove it into his chest, and will the wound to heal. If I'd known how, I could have saved you when you got shot. I'm trying to be humble, but I'm starting to have to face the stark reality that I have a /lot/ of power at my fingertips, potentially."
Cael Becker	"I try to do my part," Cael confirms - with a note of amusement in her voice as she adds, "Should I //stop// telling you I think you're pretty remarkable?" she asks. "I mean. Familiarty if comfortable. I could start telling you that you'll never amount to anything, if you prefer. //I// don't have to tell the truth," she teases.     She sobers a little, however, as they talk about healing Moon Knight - and that if they'd known a little bit more when she'd been hurt... "I'm glad your healing's gotten better, Jon. I'm glad you're learning more about what you can do."
Jonathan Sims	"It was the first thing I asked about, when Uriel came to teach me. And he pointed out, rightly, that I /embodied Ra/, that most healing with my gods revolves around deities attached to the sun or at least light--Isis, Sekhmet, Khonshu." Jon sighs. "And yet I kept using water, almost stubbornly. But... as I pointed out, I've been figuring everything out as I went along. It's rare that an Archivist comes to the position without even knowing it's existed before, rare enough that it's happened a handful of times over the millenia. And evidently the others all died fairly quickly."     They hesitate, and then add, "Please keep reminding me? I know if I start getting too big of a head you'll deflate it, probably remind me that the 'Great God Ra' sometimes puts his shirts on inside-out when he's in a hurry in the morning." A smirk, but it's brief. "But I think it's important to be aware of what I can do /now/. That I'm... gods, I don't know. Powerful? Important? That I need to be aware of what I do and say in public? I'm not sure how to explain it, really. That I do make a big impact and I should be aware of that?"
Cael Becker	"I can both remind you that you are... talented, powerful, impressive, and of unquestionable moral character," Cael agrees. "...and also slam you back to earth as needed. I think both of those things fall within my skill set - O Your Royal Godliness."     She tilts her head back to give Jon a kiss along their jaw, and studies their features before asking in a quiet voice, "You really could show me what impact I have on the world?"
Jonathan Sims	It's 'of unquestionable moral character' that gets Jon to choke up a little and lean down to kiss Cael's hair (making it easier for her to give that kiss along their jaw.) Clearly that's the thing that matters most to them; they could take or leave the rest. "Many things fall without your skill set, Agent Becker," they murmur. "But those things... yes. For certain."     Then he sighs. "I really could. If you want. It wouldn't even take any energy out of me, not really. I don't know if it'd help your depression, but... I do know that you don't see how many people care about you."
Cael Becker	Cael's expression changes immediately to one of surprise, consternation and doubt - the moment they mention people caring about her. "I know that you and Sara care about me," she protests immediately. "And Sam, and... Cap. Agnes and Martin, too. I know they all care about me." That must be who he means. Right?     "...I'd like to see, yes," she answers in a lowered voice, still leaning back into Jon's comforting presence.
Jonathan Sims	Jon laughs softly. "Oh, love. At least you're willing to admit to /that/ many." They stroke her hair gently and then take a breath, close their eyes.     When they open their eyes again, there's a teal glow to them, and they have wings and the crown of Ma'at on their brow. They reach up to pull the feather down off the circlet.     "You have reached out and touched so many lives, for good or ill. You burn so brightly, sometimes it's impossible to look away. You see the world clearly, with unwavering moral vision, and judge all equally. King or peasant, sinner or saint, those distinctions mean nothing. You are kind, and brave, and there are many who would come to your aid were you in danger. You are never alone, Cael Becker. Never again."     They reach down to brush the feather across Cael's eyes, and she can see, and feel, the way she's affected the world. Some of it is pain--the pain of the people she put in jail, the pain of their families. But so much of it is brighter, hopeful, joyous. The love her mother had beneath her addiction, the joy she sparked in Alis, the lives saved and helped by turning in the Alhambras and her later work helping kids get out of bad situations. /So/ much of that, people who don't even know her name, helped by her work. Lives improved by sometimes a single intervention.     And then, of course... Sara, and Sam, and Cap, and Peggy. The JLD, Martin and Agnes, Bear's enduring love. People who worked with her, cared about her, were inspired by her. Even her enemies, even Michael and the other archangels, chastened by her continual insistence on what was right and just.     And Jon, of course. The simple Truth that Jon wouldn't have made it through being Champion nearly so healthy and whole if not for Cael. Without her there to share the burden it might have ripped him and Martin apart; without her there inspiring him Jon might have given in to despair. And Ma'at herself is grateful, because if not for Cael, Jon would have stayed down in Duat, merged with Osiris--saved the universe, yes, but not given her an avatar to help redress the balance in the universe. She inspires him, gives him hope, pushes him to want to do and be better. To want to be the person she thinks he is. She's fun and brave and kind, and being with her is like shelter from the storm of their crazy lives, even when they're fighting.
Cael Becker	The way it's laid out before her - the sheer weight of the good, compared to the ill she did in her brief period of youth indescretions - the stealing, the racing, and even helping to avenge Alis - it's overwhelming to see just how far the scales seem to be tipped to the good. Tears are soon streaking down her cheek as she turns in Jon's arms, burying her face into their chest. She tries - she does what she thinks is right, she tries to help people when she can, but you so rarely see how that helps people - or helps the people in //their// lives.     There were still times, as grateful as she was for having Jon in her life, that she wondered why someone like them would really care about someone like her - but that is what they saw? Not some thug with a guilty conscience - but a strong, courageous, moral woman who loves others more than she's ever willing to admit.     That's really what they see? And Jon might not be the only one?
Jonathan Sims	"That's really what I see," Jon answers the unspoken question, pulling Cael in close as he replaces the feather on the crown and then lets both wings and crown disappear entirely. "I try to listen to you. You're so often right. Not always, of course, but at least listening to you usually leads me in the right direction."     They sigh, and lean down to rest their chin on Cael's head. "You're such a good person, in spite of everything you've been through. You try so hard, in spite of pain and fear. I mean... sure, in the course of a year I've gone from 'mild-mannered psychiatrist' to 'saved the world and avatar of a god' but you did much the same... you didn't even know magic existed a year ago, and now look at you. Saving the world, fighting supernatural threats, and remaining /yourself/ through it all. That takes strength, and fortitude."
Cael Becker	What can she even say in the face of any of this? Knowing that she's left her mark on the world - she's made a difference. She's saved lives. That she has the admiration and gratitude of a //God// - it's a lot. It a lot to take in.     So she doesn't say anything - she simply cries for a while in Jon's arms - some of the pain and guilt she always carries with her easing and lightening as the knowledge sinks in, and becomes a part of her.     And when she does speak - it a single, simple word spoken just loud enough to be heard.     "Thanks."
Jonathan Sims	Jon smiles, and strokes Cael's hair. "You're welcome," they say softly. They really are just a little jealous, though they wonder--could they brush the feather across their own eyes? Would that work? They've recorded their own statement before, and their heart has been weighed and judged. So could they?     Brushing that aside, Jon focuses, for a moment, on just holding Cael as she cries. Focusing on the way that it helped, the feeling of pain easing within her. After a moment, he laughs. "Thank /you/, actually. For letting me try. For letting me see that it can help."
Cael Becker	"It helps," Cael confirms in a quiet voice. "It really helps." She takes a deep breath in, letting it out in a shuddering exhale, and then wipes at her eyes before she speaks again. "So, uhh... I guess I probably will pass, huh? When I'm old, and grey, and my heart finally gets weighed? As long as I don't do something monumenally dumb to upset the scales."     She starts to pull away by degrees, tilting her face towards Jon to give them another kiss.     "...and you did that for Javier, and he- he rejected it?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon returns the kiss, but his expression is somber. "Javier had done... so much worse. Caused so much pain, to so many people. Fear, and heartache, and even re-living the last moments of the people he ran down didn't convince him... well. When you listen to the tape, you'll hear. He said they deserved what they got. They /deserved/ that fear, and that pain."     He sighs, and rubs circles on Cael's back, as much to soothe himself as for her. "I don't like to think that he couldn't have changed... but people do have to /want/ to change. They have to be willing to listen."
Cael Becker	Cael nods her understanding, letting out an appreciative 'mmmm' as Jon rubs at her back. She could stay here, like this, for just about... forever. Though she knows that can't happen.     "The tape's at home, or...?" she asks a bit uncertainly. "I do want to hear it. I think I should."
Jonathan Sims	"It's in the Archive, but that's easy enough to get to, with portals. If you wanted to listen. If you're ready. I don't have much else planned for the day... I need to check in on Marc, but I suspect he'll be out for a while." Jon frowns, trying to imagine what it'd be like if he were suddenly cut of from Ma'at. Could he even survive?     He sighs. "At any rate. I might need to sleep here for a few days, just until I'm sure he's okay, but portals make travelling easy enough."
Cael Becker	"I do," Cael confirms. Her voice is quiet, but firm - but there's a bit of a frown on her features as she reflects on everything Jon just said.     "If you're staying here... Are we bringing Agnes here? Or do you need me to..." She works her jaw for a moment, "stay with Agnes for a while? I don't know that it's fair to Sara to expect her to stay with her the whole time," she says uncertainly. A small amount of tension begins to creep back into her shoulders and back, no doubt something Jon can feel as their finger's continue to rub at her back.
Jonathan Sims	"Mmm, you're right, about Agnes. No, I suppose I should stay at home unless there's actually some reason to..." Jon frowns, and shakes his head. "Dr. MacIntyre will be with him in case anything happens overnight. I'm just being overly cautious." A smirk. "What I said about portals goes both ways, after all. I can stay home, and pop in to where I need to be, right?"     They sigh. "I'm worried," they admit quietly. "Marc should've come back from what happened all on his own. He said he can't feel Khonshu's touch. What if it's not just Khonshu? What if...?" They shake their head, and sigh. "Useless worries, for now. Let me get that tape, and check on Marc, and get us some breakfast. Maybe it'll turn out to have just been during the eclipse." Doubtful, but one can hope.
Cael Becker	"You just called on Ma'at. It worked - just now," Cael points out reasonably. "So there's nothing wrong there."     She remains still in Jon's arms, even as they start rattling off all the things they need to accomplish, a faint frown pulling at her lips before she offers cautiously, "I, uhh... I really can stay with her, you know. If... you need. Just so someone's there." Definitely not her preference - but she wants Jon to know she's willing. That seems important, somehow.     "And whatever's going on - we'll figure it out. I know we will. Alya believed in us, yeah?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon ruffles Cael's hair with a grin. "I would /rather/ you come kept me company at my place while I'm fretting, or if I'm going to sleep alone that it be in my own bed. It's fine."     Then he leans down to kiss the top of her head and pulls away, to climb off the bed. Evidently, it's time to be up. "We'll figure it out," he agrees. "It's just... Moon Knight was the first superhero I ever really knew, you know? For him to fall like that... it shook me. That's all. I'll be okay."
Cael Becker	"HEY!" Cael protests, fixing her hair - as if it wasn't mussy enough already after a good night's sleep. Still, she glares at Jon - it's reguired.     After rolling her eyes, though, she lets it drop offering instead, "You brought him back. I know it was a... big scare for you, but you did it. You brought him back," she reminds Jon firmly.     She has her eyes on them still, looking like she had something else to say - her brow furrowed together, and a thoughtful, almost anxious look on her features - before she abruptly dismisses it, and forces a smile into place, rising to her feet. "I'll have to pick up a change of clothes from somewhere if I'm going to be ready to face the day."
Jonathan Sims	Jon ponders. "Right. Okay. We can pop home to check on Agnes and relieve Sara, get her off to school. Pop to the Archive to grab the tape, and then come back here, I can check on Marc properly, and you can listen to the tape. With me there, if you want. Does that work...?"     He eyes the kitchen. "Maybe I'll stop by a bodega, too, pick up some eggs and sausage. Breakfast burritos sound good?"
Cael Becker	"As long as there's hot sauce. On heathens eat breakfast burritos without hot sauce," Cael remarks. She steps over towards Jon, giving them one more kiss before adding, "Thanks again. That was really, uhhh... That was something. I appreciate it."     She flashes Jon a smile, then goes thoughtful, as she tries to decide where she wants to listen to tape - and with or without Jon? There was somehow some appear to listening to it alone... Somewhere secluded. In an empty corner of the Triskelion's grounds, perhaps - under the trees.     ...she'd figure it out.