The redhead nodded on the other side of the door. "I know we will," he agreed. "I just feel at a total loss, so having some direction helps." Rohan gave a rueful smile as he drifted there near the door, one hand clinging to the knob wanting to just rip it open and go from there. But that helped nothing.
"We're okay. I feel less than pleasant but I'm alive. Probably for the best Cris doesn't have to be conscious for this. Too much fluoride," he mumbled again before laughing.
"I believe in magic from the tip of my tail to the top of my head, my beautiful sea pearl. Nothing can change that. Not now or ever. I believe in you, too." He winked, even though she couldn't see it. "I have my phone if you need me! I'll tell Micha the plan."