Jag breathed out in relief when Curnen walked up to them. "Thank fuck." Now that she and Coby were both here but they still didn't have flowers, Jag's sense of urgency only grew. He had no idea when moonrise might be. So he just repeated what he knew. "Emma made a deal for people to go home. At moonrise, whenever that is, whoever's got one of these," showing the flowers in his hand, "gets to go home. If we can trust the Fae, which..." He finished that up with a shrug. But honestly, he was ready and willing to try it. He looked at both of them, urgent hope shining in his eyes as he held his hand out to them. "Go on, take one."