Bobby nodded. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again," he said. But for now he was glad for the quiet to get used to everything.

"I'm sure you will," Gabriel agreed. He paused for a second. "I don't usually offer, but if you ever need a hand, give a shout, I'll see what I can do."

Bobby nodded. "Keep track of them." And that was as close as he'd come to asking for help from Gabriel.

"I already do," Gabriel said. He nodded all the same, though. With that, he disappeared, leaving a couple of feathers behind.

Kyra had left him a text telling him where they were and had settled down in the room, trying to relax while she could.

Gabriel appeared in the room.

"Hey," he said. "Everything alright here?"

"Yeah. Sam's taking a shower. Just got settled in." Kyra shrugged. She looked like she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself.

Gabriel went and sat down on the bed with her.

"You feeling alright?" he asked her.

"A little unsteady, but otherwise alright." She smiled thinly.

"That's not the whole truth," Gabriel said, putting an arm around her and pulling her close. "And I would know when it comes to truth."

Kyra sighed. "I don't know," she admitted. "There's nothing wrong, per se, but I can't shake the feeling that something's off. It might just be the whole situation, I don't know."

"Off how?" Gabriel pressed gently. "Trust yourself when you feel those kinds of things, they're usually not wrong."

Kyra frowned, struggling to figure out how to say it. "I'm not sure," she said slowly. "Different, definitely, from last time we saw him, which is to be expected. But there's something that just feels... wrong."

"It will," Gabriel said. "Because he's our opposite now. We can work around that, though. We'll keep an eye on him, help him keep as much sense of self as he can."

Kyra grimaced and shifted to hide her face against his shoulder. "I don't like it," she mumbled.

"How'd you manage to live with a cambion for so long if you're this sensitive to demons?" Gabriel asked, holding her.

"I'm not. I shouldn't be." Kyra shrugged. "Runa's never bothered me before. Part of why this is puzzling."

Gabriel shrugged.

"A cambion's only half," he said. "Sam's... more. Maybe that's it?"

"Maybe." Kyra was silent for a moment. "Or maybe it's that he's higher up the ranks. Little peon demons don't usually give me trouble."

"Higher in the ranks might be understating it a bit," Gabriel pointed out. "Considering he just deposed the king."

"Yeah, well." Kyra shrugged. "I don't know. I don't like it. I just want to be comfortable around him."

"We'll get there," Gabriel promised. "It might take time."

Kyra grumbled a bit and hid her face against his neck instead, listening to the shower shut off. But she didn't want to move yet.

Sam came out of the bathroom a few moments later, just in a pair of lounge pants.

"Shower's free," he said softly, glancing at them. He could feel the faint tension in the air.

"I'm good for now." Kyra shrugged and moved over to sit on the bed. She wasn't going to make Sam cuddle if he didn't want to, after all, but she was determined to get used to the spine-tingling feeling he now gave her.