James looked around the room. The symbol on the floor would be covered with carpet, the wards by the door waved off as graffiti. He needed to get Phanuel somewhere she could rest and this was looking like a private moment.
"Get rid of that stone, if you haven't," he said. "Submerge it in holy water. That's your best bet."
James lowered just enough to grab Phanuel's bag and tilted his head toward the exit. "Mind getting the door? I'm gonna take her home so she can rest."