After the disastrous end of the dance: Hayden and Fred
Hayden was running on empty. He'd taken a restorative potion from Mr. Pheres that had helped perk him up enough not to pass out, but he could feel the effects of it starting to wear off. Having given his report on what happened and what he'd seen (sparing any mention of Davian's weed but admitting to messing around with fire stupidly close to the engine), he was told to head back to Kitsune and rest.
Hayden had enough sense to ask if anyone had seen Natalia, if she'd gotten out of the dance unscathed. He was told she was fine, and Hayden left it at that. He'd have more energy to talk to her tomorrow. She'd understand.
A familiar and welcome voice brought him into focus of who was in front of him and Hayden slowly grinned at Fred. "Hey, you know, you've got a good point." He changed direction and walked across the grass to join her. "I need to hire a lawyer ASAP."
Hayden stopped beside Fred and craned his neck to one side and then the other, rubbing the coiled spots of tension. "Holy shit. I feel like the walking dead." A snort of laughter escaped and almost startled himself. "Guess you'd know what that's like."