Coby was trying not to think about how they didn't know what would happen when they went home. Or what that even meant to some fairy asshole. Because, fuck, this place was killing them.

But they might never see each other again.

He pressed a kiss to Curnen's temple, and then to Jag's, and with his voice going rough with tangled emotions, "We all found our way to London before." Well, some version of them had. "We can... We'll find each other. Somehow."

He wasn't watching, but he felt something as the flower in his hand faded, upwards into shimmering dust and floated away, then the world seemed to tilt and fall out from under him, tugging Jag and Curnen out of his arms.