Falcon half expected Cyan to be gone by the time they reached the hotel, but what he didn't expect was to find him looking like he'd just come back from the war.
'Oh, God, dear God.' Aurelia mumbled.
'I knew I shouldn't have left you alone...' Falcon shook his head.
Cyan's face was covered in grime, so much that only his eyes sparkled from behind the dirt. Streaks of ash lined his face and the faint lines in his forehead and neck. He smelt faintly of sea salt and blood. It was hard even to make out what he was wearing from beneath the veil of dirt.
He stopped short at the sight of them in the room when he entered, about five minutes after them, and scowled 'Bad timing' before making his way to the bathroom.
'How many fights did you get into?' Aurelia asked with a cheeky grin, perched on the small dressing table.
'One. With the devil.' He said, before closing the door behind him.
