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Ｓｏｎ　ｏｆ　Ｈｅｒｍｅｓ[/b][/color]
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[color=#F6B45B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hades Cabin
[color=#F6B45B][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Grey, Salem (Erin's cat)
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Everything happened so fast. Suddenly, and without warning, Erin thrust the cup of tea back into Tyler's hands. Luckily enough for him, he'd had his eyes on her when she sat forward and did so. Catch it before she let go, he quickly stood to his feet and moved out of her way, watching her go.

[sup][color=#918ABB]"...I just-... I think I need a moment... I'm sorry..."[/color][/sup]

Tyler started off after Erin as she went up the stairs two at a time, a familiar voice catching his ears and forcing him to stop in his tracks.

[sup]"[color=9D2B22]You shouldn't go after her, none of you... Have trust in Erin that she'll do the right thing,[/color]"[/sup]

Jaw clenching, Tyler pivoted and turned to walk into the kitchen. [i]Elias was right[/i]. As much as he hated to admit it and wanted to go console her, she clearly needed space, not to be smothered even more. With a heavy sigh, he poured her tea out into the sink and took up the sponge, dispensing a bit of soup to it before washing the mug out. Rinsing it off, he hung the thing on the drying rack on the counter before picking up his own mug to finish off his, now, cold tea. Once he downed the last of what remained in his cup, he stepped over to the stove where the pot still sat and poured himself a fresh, hot cup of tea.

Setting the pot back to the burner, Tyler turned and pulled out a chair to sit in, dropping down into the seat and set the mug down on the table. Tyler clasped his hands behind his head as he dropped his head down, groaning to himself. It wasn't long before he found hear footsteps approaching him, lifting his head to find Greyson bringing the chair back into the kitchen. The two shared a long, black stare for a moment before Greyson finally spoke up as he slid the chair back into it's place.

[color=#3EA99F]"Listen, mate. I'm going to head back to my cabin and giv' her som' spaiss. I know yau've got' it from her'. Just' be patient' with her, yeah?"[/color] Greyson clapped his hands over Tyler's shoulders and gave them a firm squeeze before walking out of the cabin, Tyler watching him disappear out of sight. Tyler spent a bit longer sitting at the table before the thought occurred to him, suddenly wondering who else was in the cabin waiting for her to come back down. With that thought in mind, Tyler pushed his way up from the table and stepped into the living area where the couch was located. With no one in sight, Tyler's gaze turned to stare up at where her bedroom was located. Where [i]she[/i] was located.

Chewing on his lower lip a moment, Elias' words playing back in his head, he quickly shook them away. Time had gone by, everyone had gone. He was free to at least go up and check in on her, he didn't have to pry at her. Just to see if she maybe needed him. Sighing softly, Tyler took the stairs two at a time. Once at the top, he noticed her door had been left open, stepping up to peek his head in.

[color=#F6B45B]"Erin, are you alright?"[/color]

His eyes quickly scanned the room and realized she wasn't even in there, his brow narrowing. [color=#F6B45B]'Where in Tartarus did she go?'[/color] he thought to himself. He stood there a moment, eyes scanning the room again as if he didn't believe it that she'd just up and disappeared on them. [i]Why not[/i], though? Hell, if Tyler had the ability to Shadow Travel, he'd port his way out of situations, too. He couldn't blame her. Frowning slightly, Tyler gently shut Erin's bedroom door and turned back to the stairs, slowly taking them one at a time till he reached the floor level. Ty reached an arm over his head and into the back of his shirt, itching a spot that itched on his back as he wandered back into the kitchen. The boy froze in his tracks at the sight before him, reaching his hand up to rub forcefully across his face, clearly annoyed. The black cat was on top of the table lapping at the warm liquid within Tyler's mug.

[color=#F6B45B]"Salem, dammit,"[/color] said with a slightly irritated tone, glaring at the cat.

[i]Browr.[/i]