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Garryn watched the spirit wisp dance through the air, its flickering light catching the shadows on the walls in unexpected, playful patterns. For a moment, the tension that had been so pervasive since the attack seemed to ease, replaced by something softer—a reminder of the warmth and camaraderie that had once defined their friendship. He chuckled, shaking his head as the wisp hovered near the griffon, who responded with a low, curious chirp.

Playful, eh? Garryn said, his tone lighter than it had been all night. I could get used to having something like that around. Brightens the place up. Though I’m not sure how long it’d last with a mischievous griffon in the house.

He stepped back, taking in the scene before him: the griffon stirring but alive, Jareth looking wearier but solid, and the faint glow of magic threading through the room. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a foundation—a first step toward reclaiming something he thought he’d lost.

You’ve got the right idea about rest, he said, clapping Jareth on the shoulder again, his grip firm but filled with gratitude. You’ve more than earned it tonight. And this house—such as it is—is always yours to crash in, friend. Though I can’t promise the griffon won’t try to nest in your coat while you’re asleep, and I’ll have to introduce you to Dora. Her place, me and Cricket here are just staying with her while I figure things out. You should know, I decided to abdicate the throne and the position of Lord Chancellor in Tantervale. That’s why I’m out here in the middle of nowhere.

@Jareth