Zanna & Conor & Open
"It always does to me, anyway." He huffed out a short laugh, briefly touching two fingers to the talisman around his wrist. He'd have to go back to the Garden at some point during the night, thankfully that seemed to be their endgame.
He glanced back at the patch of briars that had once been a man, and couldn't even summon any sort of emotion beyond 'serves him right'. Idiots. Attacking a place full of magical creatures that were, by nature, somewhat prickly and definitely territorial. There were more important things to focus on right now, though. Like getting civilians out of the line of fire.