Go send an owl or something!? Was he fucking serious? Lyssandra was about to whip up the stairs right after him before she fell onto the same chain of thought as Noah did - if they both got their asses blown up or knocked down or whatever, their kids were going to be by themselves and that just ... wasn't good.
"What about your fucking hippy-campus?" She groaned, rubbing at her sore arm and pushing toward the nearby doors. It would make sense to check the doors, she had to admit, so she'd at least try to do that first.
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