Luther's eyes slid towards Joanie as she began whispering in Hebrew. The Fables and their powers hadn't even crossed his mind and his breath caught, as he waited for the results. He couldn't help his sigh of relief when the wing appeared and gave Joanie a gentle pat on the back. He understood to an extent, even if it it went over the heads of those around them. Later, he would see if he could still track things - and they wouldn't know until the next moon if their fables were still around. But it confirmed his suspicion that something would always stay the same and the fables had been around all along. They weren't random - they were a part of them.
He took a shaky breath before shaking his head at Sam's offer. "We'll take my SUV. There's enough room in the back to get supplies if we need them. Or we can split into two vehicles." He glanced around at the people milling about, pausing. If everyone was going to go - and go their seperate ways, this could be it.
Bellum Letale, for all of it's insanity had been his family - his posse of people he kept an eye on. As Luther's eyes fell on faces, familiar in various degrees, his eyes suddenly itched. No. No reason for that - not with the ash and what was happening. "Should we find people, before going?" They wouldn't even have the forums anymore, he realized. He looked to Sam and Joanie, this unsaid. This could be it.