Ambriel, Ashton, and Jack
Jack watched carefully, ready to spring into action if the hydra acted up. It seemed to obey, however reluctantly, and Jack watched with fascination how the hydra slipped back into the painting. It was bizarre: the monster had changed positions, and yet, the canvas had adapted itself to accommodate that. No gaps in the background, no strange blank spaces...
Fascinating.
The banshee caught the wobbling Sorin under his shoulders, keeping him upright. He snapped his fingers. "Mr. Triádhos, Mr. Hartley, help me carry him to Mr. Phères. Then, you're going to find Ms. Menides and tell her exactly what happened. Let's go."