Nodding once she stood up fast, forgetting what little food she had on her plate. Rushing over to Nevin she ducked under his arm before he could protest and supported him through the door. Kicking it open she blew a small raspberry, as best as a crow can, at Mer on the other side. The elf was standing there, dagger-eyed, and Stare mocked her. Carefully she began to direct Nevin up to the stairs.

“You should get some rest.”

Nevin stumbled a bit as a small form slipped on under his arm, supporting him and making his wavering walk straighten out a bit. He was a bit surprised - he had heard Vitruvion speaking, but whatever the white haired man had said had kind of just ended up noise in Nevin’s ears, not something that his brain actually processed. Had they been trying to talk to him?

Oh crimson, what if there was someone else they had been trying to warn Nevin about and he hadn't registered it at all? A long lost sibling of Stare’s or something, and now there were two Kenku to worry about, only this one served an enemy? No, no, there was no way Stare would be this calm if that was the case - she was calm enough to blow a raspberry - at least it sounded like she tried to and where did someone without lips learn to do that? - at someone that Nevin couldn't see clearly.

A flash of magic and a hard wince - that had been a stupid idea. But he knew who it was though, that envy tainted cable belonged to only one person. He shook his head, a motion that sent shivers of pain down his spine.

“She needs to find another, and soon. Dark emotions like that aren't healthy.” His voice was as soft as he could make it, because each word made his headache throb in aggravation. It was only at this point that he realized they weren't going to the front door like he had intended. They were - climbing stairs? “Wh-where?” where were they going?

“To your bed,” Stare said softly to him, clambering up with him. Her eyes glared back at Mer as they passed her. The elf woman paused, then marched up the stairs.

Stare turned Nevin at the corner and made him stop at a door at the top. “That,” she stressed, “Is my room. Come if you need anything. Call if you do. Okay?”

She waited until he gave her some form of an answer.

Oh, she was pointing somewhere, somewhere nearby the stairs. That was - ah, her room. It was hard to think through the splitting pain in his head at this point, but he managed a rough nod. “Your room. Come if you call and need anything. Right.” He didn't think he would be of much help if she did need something, at least not in the near future. But Stare was near and dear to him, and if she needed his help by the Great Flow he would not let a paltry thing like a migraine hold him back.