Back in one piece, the molten cracks in his human shell no longer visible, save for the scar across his chest that hinted toward the other version of himself, Kennet appeared behind Elia outside his trailer door. Blackened skin vanished, looking at Kennet have no clue to his Wild Hunt issues, but rather the heated air around him subtly let on that his own energy level had not settled back into its chains.
"Well, well," he said slowly, the depth of his tones sliding over the skin. "They do tempt us."
Sauntering to his door, the soft fabrics of his clothing gliding in the light breeze, Kennet looked down at Elia with an unusual and uncommon smirk on his lips. He opened the door. While the energy from the empath had died out, replaced by what he took from Naamah, the last of the surge in his power shifted off after the close of the Hunt. Kennet need not sense Elia having a surge of her own in any other way than his eyes.