[i]So, I'm a leader now.[/i] Rikive thought to herself, standing up from where she sat and watched a few of the other's head into the room to 'question' the vampire. She as confident they would be able to take care it while she rested before their next move. Walking to the room where her sword and cot were, she considered the idea of approaching the Fairy Queen. She said that she didn't trust her, but she hadn't completely dismissed the idea.

Despite Karram's loyalty and protest, Rikive still doubted the Queen's trustworthiness. She had met her once and the encounter had...gone less then well, to say the least. The Queen of Fairies seemed prone to flights of fancy and other such whims. One day she may agree to help them, but the next she could bury a knife in their backs and turn them over to Nemsemet.

Or she could be allies with Nemsemet already and trying to go to her would result in their destruction. It was true that de Lacy hadn't been able to control the Fairy Court, but Nemsemet clearly didn't operate like de Lacy.

Would the benefits of an alliance outweigh the risks though? The kind of magic Fairies held was nothing to scoff at and would be immensely beneficial. But it was also why she was so wary. The Queen certainly wouldn't help them for free either.

She could hear two sets of conversation inside of the bunker, one was the interrogation of the vampire and the other sounded like it was between Flint and Parael. The conversations overlapped, making it hard for her to distinguish what was being said other than a few key words here and there. It sounded like Parael was telling Flint about his true nature as a Celestial. Nothing overtly concerning, but Parael's tone sounded off. Not surprising, she knew how Parael felt about his...retirement. 

Frowning, she wondered how he was handling having his wings back. She hadn't had much of a chance to talk to him about everything that happened. Check on her friend and then she would lay down for a few hours. Rikive blinked when Flint emerged from the bathroom in front of her, flask in hand and she wanted to shake her head. She let him pass before walking up to the door and standing next to it, not wanting to go inside out of respect for Parael's privacy.

"Parael? Are you alright?" She asked, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe.