Noah didn't think twice before grabbing Maeve's hand, his other grabbing the compass, to take her home. Deimos moved off in a flurry of wings, the Taliesens moved off slowly and on their own feet, and Delphia moved back into the ether in which she found herself so comfortable.
The transaction was wordless, but as they stood in the Nightshade's court, Noah kissed her forehead gently, pulled his invisibility cloak over himself, and used the compass to bring him home.
He came in quietly, still wet from the rain of the Draig. The cold hit him hard and pulled the breath from his lungs. The invisibility cloak did him well, but with the wet he was not sure how long he could stay here. He moved through the streets undetected until he came upon his home. He stood silently and still, frozen in place as his blood ran colder. His home, his family home, where his father and grandfather and grandfather's father had lived, the home his great great grandfather built -- it was but ruins before him. The roof was collapsed in on itself, part of it covered in the unmistakable ice blast of a white dragon, all of it totally uninhabitable.
Cordelia. His mental voice was but a whisper, tentative and hesitant and dry. He was afraid, as his feet finally pulled him to the rubble of the Olson home, there would be no answer. There was so much going on around him, of the other citizens searching for those they loved and trying to get to safety. His home was not the only one in the condition it was. Noah would have swung open the door, if there was one. Instead, he stepped over the broken, shattered entryway and stood in the dark, cold threshold. He pulled his hood down, and this time, spoke aloud, "Cordelia..."
