Neil stepped away so she could start unlocking the door. He was considering the fun fact that his wayward partner in burning the fuck out of demons was, probably, BJ’s big bro. Because really, how many ginger firestarters could there be in one town that weren’t related? His train of thought was, however, interrupted by the prissy little, primping, little fox Familiar. He grinned hazily at her for a moment, still never quite over the absurdity of animal soulmates.
However, Endellion’s prim little greeting sent a sharp uncomfortable bolt of discomfort through Neil, even through the fading glory of the heroine rush the sudden ache of Abri’s absence plowed into the pit of his stomach with a sharp almost physical pain. Any thought ‘d been giving to replying to Little Miss Ginger and her question about fire elementals was washed promptly out of his head by a sick wheeling flood of nausea that brought Neil up against the doors of the theatre. His shoulder banged into the frame and his stomach pitched viciously just sort of triggering his gag reflex.
He grimaced, fought to hold himself together when it felt all at once this his whole body was trying to melt apart. This was – as one might surmise – not the best feeling ever. But ti passed like a wave and left him shaky and feeling decidedly less awesome than he had just minutes before. Fuck. He was going into withdrawal already. Part of the fire elemental clenched sharply at the thought, at the visceral knowledge of what that was going to mean here in the next couple hours and beyond. Fuck.