Stas was busy kissing Sunny, but then Bekka started panicking. He made a bee-line over to Sibyl's prone body and gently lifted her into his arms, her head cradled against his shoulder. "She is fine," he said quietly, though he didn't know if that was true. He figured the redhead wouldn't want a whole hubbub of attention to ruin the party.

He started to carry her out of the crowded room and turned to his girlfriend. "Sunny, will you see if Sam has a spare bed? I am bringing her upstairs for now."