The fae followed Michael, absently murmuring a 'thank you' as he stepped in to the small space. It was hardly habit for him to say such words but Atreus had spent enough time around non-fae to know that most offered words of thanks for the smallest of things. To not do so was considered rude by many, which made Atreus almost want to laugh when he first found out because among the Sidhe it was quite the opposite.
When he was left alone Atreus closed the door and turned his attention to the mirror. A small thing, but it would do. For a moment he regarded his appearance, frowning more at the obvious lack of glamour than at the bandages covering his wounds. Oh well. He closed his eyes a moment and evened out his breathing so he could focus on his magic, able to feel a few traces, at least enough for him to use the mirror. The fae slowly swept his right hand across the mirror, not touching the surface but the pulse of magic he sent out making the surface seem to ripple. He pressed his fingers to one of the lower corners, willing the magic to reach out to the rented house he was using in the city. The mirror seemed to fog up and he took his hand away, waiting patiently for an image to form. When it did Atreus had a partial view of the master bath in the house, and the unhappy face of one of his guards. He actually preferred the unhappiness to the concern that was quick to replace it.
"I am fine. Ennica is not." Atreus began, speaking of his fallen guard. "A particular lord's son thought to eliminate me tonight. He is dead but I could carry only Ennica's sword with me. The humans may have happened upon his body by now, if nothing else has."
"Prince, there is a reason you're given more than one guard..."
"Lecture me later, Raithial." Atreus rolled his eyes at the older Sidhe and rambled off the approximate location of where the fight had taken place. "The man died for me, I won't see him left for scavengers."
As the other fae began to argue with Atreus about moving him to safety first the prince sharpened his tone, eyes narrowing. "This is not up for debate. You will do as I command, and you will be hasty about it." He waved his hand at the mirror, cutting the connection so he didn't have to listen to any further complaints.
Letting his hands rest on the edge of the sink, Atreus hung his head and sighed heavily, the sound made out frustration but also from tiredness. Between the blood loss and using so much magic the fae felt wore out, although he had thought he was hiding that fact well enough. Belatedly he remembered he was in the living space of a were, who probably had been able to hear every word of his conversation with his guard. After taking a few moments to try and compose himself he splashed a little water on his face, the motion rather human but Atreus did find it helped, if only psychologically, and moved to leave the bathroom now that he was done with the mirror.