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[Aiden Finnegan]

Sage offered to call the paramedics for Vitya. A kind gesture, but Aiden suspected that was the last thing anyone wanted here; despite the fact that there were cops living here. There were Channelers, Ex-Atharim, and now a Wolf-sister under the roof… Too many oddities would raise questions, and besides, who knew where the Atharim had contacts? If Nox was to be believed, the cult had infiltrated every aspect of society. They had sounded a lot like the ‘Illuminati,’ but less wealthy and fabulous. It would just take one of those leeches to slither into the mansion and everything would be compromised. Aiden shivered.

                “No need for that, babe, I’m sure. If Vitya needs to see a Doctor, we can take him… I don’t think he fell hard enough to suffer a concussion,” Aiden took the glass of wine from Sage and pecked him on the lips before turning to the albino, “You don’t have a headache or blurred vision or anything do you?”

                It was unfortunate that Nox was still out. Aiden figured that the man would know if it were possible to heal injuries or sickness with magic, and if it were possible Nox would probably know how to do it. The man was a marvel with the elements. Aiden filed that thought away in the back of his brain for later. He’d have to corner Nox before leaving the country. Aiden had only just begun learning the art of magic from the man, and already he was galavanting off on adventures. Jaxen certainly knew a thing or two, but Aiden suspected that the man wouldn’t be as forthcoming with his knowledge on the subject as Nox was.

                No. He wouldn’t.

                Did the flows and the weaves of magic show up in digital recordings or communications? That would be convenient… Nox could just record himself running through the exercises and Aiden could gobble them up during the journey. Hell, he might not even need Nox for that. Sage hoarded information like a Dragon did treasure, surely he had recordings of his friend’s training. Later. He’d ask about that later. For now, he had Siobhan to entertain, who was looking increasingly restless.

                With a song on his lips, he wove Air once more (he was starting to really get that hang of that Element) and sailed the wineglass he had taken from her back, preferring to sip on the one that Sage had poured.

                “So, Sio, earlier you asked about us traveling?”