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Charles hissed in pain when his arm was stretched and looped over Archene’s neck, his hand still pressed against his side to stop the bleeding. The hairs on his neck nape rose in alert until he spotted the familiar pale face, black horned and warm smile of Archene causing Charles to immediately release his tension. Inhaling slowly, slight guilt wafted over Charles’ mind at his own jumpy reaction toward his only ally in the room. His head turned to notice the Licenti idly studying him with a concerned expression, something that rarely happened with strangers. It was strange for him to realize Archene was the oldest acquaintance he had within the room drawing more focus into the guilt swelling at his throat and deep within his heart. 
 
At the mention of starting wars, Charles couldn’t help the soft chuckle despite the pain, [color=#7BCDC8]“All the wars were rather…. Haphazardly put together. They resulted in unneeded and often terrible blood shed, including most often mine. It’s a boon that the American revolution wasn’t crushed in its infancy.”[/color] 

Inhaling a moment, he continued onward in order to answer the question, [color=#7BCDC8]“This time, it wasn’t because of a war, but a series of unfortunate events associated with Prae. I will fill you in on it much later if you have no objections staying the night. Of course, if you have better accommodations I fully understand.”[/color] 

Charles held his breathe while he watched Archene, his expression fell into disappointment when Archene revealed he couldn’t tell them apart. Taking them from the Licenti, the professor placed them back on the counter and listened to the other alternative. When mention about the Seed came, his head turned toward and glanced at Archene. Gradually, a faint smile crept across the immortal’s face as he submitted to the only option he had. 

[color=#7BCDC8]“Why am I not surprised you would offer your ‘seeds’? You’ve been trying to get into me since you’ve met me and I’ve managed to never need it,”[/color] He began before his opposite hand then raised, with palm turned upright, to offer it to Archene, [color=#7BCDC8]“Considering I trust you more, I will accept your offer. Just please remove it when it’s done its job.”[/color]

That was when the door opened. Casually two of his students waltzed inside, interrupting Zeki, with a young half Prae in their wake. The younger woman looked tired and gradually found a chair, her form plopped into it where it stayed. Killian on the other hand was rummaging through his bag, pulling out bandages to dissolving stitches then set them on the counter. His hand held out a stick for Charles to bit down before he commented on the girl. Charles inwardly groaned, his expression held no clue to his feelings, as he realized Azulia was due to arrive today. The day had been an emotional rollercoaster ending with him plummeting into a freefall and pointlessly trying to catch himself, failing only to fall into the churning sea of danger ahead. 

Charles frowned at his inefficiency as he replied, [color=#7BCDC8] “This isn’t my first time getting injured. Despite the fact I don’t like pain, I can tolerate it enough not to yell while you attend to the wounds and bandage them again.”[/color] 

Pausing his offered hand to Archene, he casually reached for his shirt end and adjusted it to better expose his wound. The white bandages were only slightly pink with the blood pooling at the center where it was deepest. Lifting his arm higher so the student could reach the upper rib cage and still be able to hold it out to Archene. 

His ears then caught Archene’s and Sanguine asked, their points covered some of the things he himself  had been wondering about. In addition, there was the issue about hiding their identities. A few of those present had much to lose if they became a target of the Prae and living on the run would be very difficult within the city. Charles waited until the other’s questions had been answered before he would began to speak, adding his own on top of what was already pushed forward.