[ Ronan wraps an arm around Adam's middle as they shift a little, staring at the ceiling for a moment. All of it feels so surreal, even more than Cabeswater, than Adam being magic, than Glendower and Gwenllian and Artemus and Persephone and the Unmaker and everything, everything.

This is another world entirely.

But Adam's here. Ronan cups his ear, knowing it's the good one. Like it could be enough to protect him. His thumb traces the shell of it, gently. There's a part of him that just wants to keep touching Adam, keep kissing Adam. ]

Tomorrow, we can check with the daemons if they have a list of refugees, and you'll scry. Maybe I can see if I can dream. Get something to track Gansey. Again.