She was astonished by what she remembered, and it surprised Saerian, too.
Phaedra had done a lot of thinking about that night. She'd died, then, after all. It was something she thought of often. Individual people had their individual foibles as much as she could remember them, right down to the giant wall of a man who walked with a slight limp. She'd all but forgotten that until now. He picked Saerian up with a growl and a grunt and a loud crunch followed.
"Ribs," the vampire said, absently.
Back in Jack's apartment, Saerian felt that crunch. A real one. With the power he currently had, he could heal it.
But if Phaedra decided to do something like chop off his head...
He struggled against the man who held him, who was absolutely unyielding, and got a headbutt for his trouble.
Whatever anyone could say about the now defunct order of hunters, Phaedra highly doubted that the word 'unrelenting' didn't come up often.
Because Phaedra took the loss of her brothers more personally than the loss of her tribe, two strode over to where Saerian was and each grabbed an arm, pulling with a strength they never had until both shoulders dislocated.
Saerian took this as a hint. And he vanished. He was gone, from the dream, and while not awake in his apartment, openly scowling as he lay there in Jack's bed.