Guilian watched as Rabastan created the portkey, understanding the importance of having it around. He understood the need to keep it for a dire emergency, putting it around his neck immediately. He hoped to never need it, but at least he could prevent disaster.
Weariness overcame him, and he simply nodded, eager to return to a warm bed, and hopefully an unbroken night's sleep. For the first time in weeks he knew he'd get the rest he craved.