It wasn't long before they reached the church, Krichevskoy having flown most of the way. He had been mostly silent for the majority of the trip, that last look at the collapsing dome burned into his mind.

They had said their home had been destroyed. So many memories lost in the rubble. Memories of a happy family being rebuilt, of reunitings and nights spent together after so many centuries.

All of that... gone.

He knew it couldn't stay. They were going to have to leave that apartment behind sometime in order to go home. But he didn't expect it to be like this.

Krichevskoy set Gwen down gently. "I may something in my inventory," he murmured, and started perusing through it. He couldn't guarantee the taste would be good to her, though.