This place was something so far outside the realm of possibility, that Vex hardly knew how to handle the situation at all. She could handle being thrown through different realms, that was getting to be like child's play at this point. What she couldn't fathom was any kind of realm where there wasn't anything to kill right away. There was no looming threat, no treasure to find, no bounty given by the Slayer's Take. Certainly not a realm in which fighting for their home was a faint memory. It was a break from things, and she absolutely didn't know how to handle a break.
Despite the fact that she had been assured countless times that no one was missing her back home, and that no one would even know they were gone, she had a pit of worry in her stomach, the size and the ferocity of a ziggarat. That because they were busy here, sitting on their collective arses, that the world was going to fall. Not because she and Percy were oh so instrumental to the group that nothing could be accomplished without them. Vex just knew that if they had gone missing, their focus would be torn in two and that would be everyone's downfall.
While she hadn't been getting the best sleep of her life lately, she hadn't experienced insomnia until her encounter with Saundor. Every night since then, she didn't even bother to try to sleep. It was too busy eating at her, the choice that she'd made, for herself, and her friends. The fight hadn't ended badly, but everything they had gone through in the damn Feywild had made her question just about everything.
It was one thing right after the other. Fighting Saundor, coming home, nearly having Whitestone being destroyed, and then.. Tiberius. All in the span of what? Forty-eight hours? Give or take. The days all seemed to run together. At least this new place didn't have a completely new set of words for the days of the week, or the time they found themselves. With the insomnia though, at the very least she could use the time to learn about some of the different technology here.
Tonight Vex hadn't bothered trying to sleep. She'd been reading some book, or maybe it was a manual. Whatever. Her fingers always tightly curved around Fenthras. Letting it go was out of the question, though sometimes she wondered if her possessiveness of the bow had more to do with Saundor's influence than her own worry. Hadn't they dealt with enough enchanted weapons that held very awful things inside them? She would do just about anything to not think about things. Chiefly among them, the time she died. In some ways, she was kind of glad Vax wasn't here. She would never admit it, but it gave her a break. It was probably her own guilt speaking, but she could tell that things hadn't been exactly right between them since that happened. Everyone blamed Percy except for Vex. Now she preferred to do anything but linger on it.
However tonight mostly she kept seeing flashes of Tiberius in her mind. Frozen and on that pike. Sometimes the vision turned into herself frozen, and on a pike. Sometimes it was her friends. Rubbing her face in frustration, she put the book down and headed to the kitchen to get some water. A keen ear could tell Percy was struggling in his sleep. She let him know that she was there, not wanting to skulk about like some creeper.
"Well.. you know.. it's hard to sleep when there's a great big bear and a small dragon, snoring in your face," she said wearily. That was a total lie of course. Trinket and Lockheed were indeed asleep, but they weren't in her bedroom, but out in the living room. More space that way.