GHB ducked his head down against the top of Dylan's, a hand stroking soothingly down Dylan's back. "I know. She lies, she's-" GHB faked a grimace. He did love his sister, in his own way, but power was more important to family. Maybe that was why most of his siblings didn't like him very much. "I'm sorry." He murmured, a hand softly in Dylan's hair as he drew the mortal away from the mess of table and door, past the living room and into the hallway, away from any visual reminders of PCP's visit.
"Don't worry, she won't come back." And if she did, GHB would do more than throw her into a table.