Stacey was still getting used to the idea of staying at the brownstone, alone, when Steven was off at work. Really she needed a job. One that was more than just cleaning the flat, and avoiding gods like the plague. Especially Anders.
She had the last laugh there, she had Yggdrasil, having fetched it from his apartment when he vanished, and she wasn't about to give it back. Especially since he'd been a dick after he'd returned. And she'd been nice enough to feed his fucking fish.
When she came in from the kitchen she gave him an odd look. "I thought you were gone to hospital. Everything alright?" That hadn't been what he was wearing when he left.