Well, considering the fact you aren't here with wolfsbane torches and silver pitchforks, I figure you're company I wouldn't mind keeping.

[ Derek cocks his head at her as he watches the purple smoke drift away, but his focus more is on the fact that Bay doesn't leave. She looks about as tired as he feels, and he imagines the same can be said for most of the camp at large. At least some of them have a means of reinvigorating themselves, though he's not sure about the Aesir. ]

It could've gone worse-- so I'll live. How're you holding up?