Carry On [Caly/Vanyel/Ulv]

"Hold your breath."

That was the last thing Calypso would say to Vanyel as suddenly she would grab him, a portal appearing beneath them as they fell through a realm of pure darkness, and suddenly popping back out on their feet to blue skies, the smell of the sea, and a busy street. Calypso got a good look at their surroundings, before suddenly grabbing Vanyel, yanking him away,

They suddenly were dragged right off the road as the next rush of traffic would come not long after, Calypso panting, "Ah, ah, sorry, meant to put us on the sidewalk. Anyway, come with me."

She would walk in front of Vanyel, holding his wrist still as she lead him, continuing to speak, "So, I have a friend who's pretty great at helping people with their trauma. Her name's Ulv, and she's the mayor of this city! If anything, this city kind of exists to help people, too. Just, maybe she'd be better at unearthing whatever traumas are holding onto you better than.. I can."

She seemed a bit melancholic as she continued walking, soon the two were faced with a mansion atop a hill.

"Alright, hang real tight on my shoulders, I can get both of us up easy."

Soon, the two would be walking up, Calypso having sprouted her incomprehensibly-shaded wings, using them as a means to keep the both of them balanced against the thrall of gravity, soon making it to the doorstep. Suddenly Calypso would give Vanyel a stern look, pointing strictly at him,

"Okay, serious warning time; Do not intentionally lie to Ulv. I'm serious, don't. I'm here to make sure stuff doesn't get too weird, but I can't protect you if you act stupid."

She would then sigh, knock on the door, calling out, "Uhh, It's important!"

The second she sensed the familiar warm glow of amber energy behind them, she would turn around, sighing softly and shaking her head with a faint giggle to her voice, mumbling softly in jest, "..Guess number three's the big winner."

Calypso's face curled in confusion as Ulv went on about Vanyel's arm and blowing it off and whatnot, but considering the woman clearly felt rather happy and chipper to see them, she was guessing it was Ulv being weird again. Though, she was very strangely specifically weird this time... Not to mention how she even knew his name.. Calypso shook it off, as it wasn't important for now. Calypso didn't even respond to her teasing question, watching her walk past them and into her home, Caly following along silently as she would grasp and lead Vanyel in with her, any resistance met with only more shadowy tendrils sprouting from her being and pushing him along, seamlessly closing the door behind them as to give the idea that she wasn't gonna let him run out too easily.

Being inside gave that familiar sensation of comfort; though it helped her relax, Calypso still held an air of urgency, grasping the 'Henrex Cosplayer's', whoever that was supposed to be, hand.

"He's.. Under a lot of emotional distress. The... Thing, that happened recently.. I think it made whatever he was feeling worse. He doesn't even realize his own feelings, so it makes it difficult for me to do anything, so I thought to bring him to you..."

Her head dipped to the side, as she sighed, "It was bad enough that he was okay with hurting himself. I don't want to leave him alone for now; I don't want him becoming more mentally damaged to the point he does something.. Really stupid to himself. So please, could you try to help him..?"

Calypso blinked a few times as Ulv spoke of not wishing to impose her help on anyone who clearly doesn't want it, which only caused the young Asthavon to take in a deep breath, her grasp on Vanyel's hand tightening for a moment before loosening, her hand falling to her side. She would look towards him, a sense of tired concern on her face as she would then speak,

"He wants to be helped."

She spoke with a soft, yet stern tone, her hands tightly gripped as she continued, "I know he wants to be helped, I could sense he wanted to believe and trust in me I could get him help..."

She would then face Ulv, her hands on her nosebridge with a form of irritation to her as she continued, "He's scared, Ulv. He doesn't know you, and frankly the weird joke earlier probably didn't help that too much. Why do you think i'm still here instead of dropping him off to you like a shivering puppy? He's having trouble communicating, and i'm pretty sure feeling scared wouldn't help that all too much. And if I recall correctly, you don't pass on scared people."

She slowly exhaled, her hands dropping, soon her gaze would pass to Vanyel, silver eyes drooping with a sense of exhaustion, "..Am I correct Vanyel? Do you want help..?"

Her tired eyes would only look sadder as she dwelled for a moment, "..Or do you really wanna run away? If you really want to remain how you are... I can't stop you.. But please, say something.. Don't just sit there and look pretty because you think it'd make me feel better.. Just... Say something.."

Calypso remained silent as Vanyel spoke, soon her gaze moving to Ulv as she spoke of whom she interacted with and the kinds of connections she would have, which made Calypso a little weary as she was reminded and in turn quietly reflected on the fact that, some way, some how, she needed to begin forming better connections to somehow mend soured relations, especially since this war seemed to be drawing to a close. As the chair skirted by, she would heavily sit down in it, her exhaustion clear on her face as she sunk. Right now, she was more focused on Vanyel's well being at hand, so the more important, less immediate matters were tucked to the back of her mind.

As she spoke of something that happened in Greece, Calypso only got more and more confused as Ulv went on. Quickly, things made absolutely no sense; Vanyel didn't know her, yet Ulv absolutely did, down to fully recounting an event that apparently happened and even Vanyel seemed to know. Coupled with the fact that Ulv sort of spoke like she was talking about someone else, rather than entirely herself, it just caused Calypso to raise an eyebrow, silently confused by what this could mean.

".. I mean he's a dummy but you didn't have to tear his arm off.."

Calypso would grumble, hunched over, but was listening to her as she knew what she was referring to. The young Asthavon didn't look miserable as she had to think about it, merely nodding with soft eyes in response. As of now, she hasn't much to be miserable about in her life; She's fought for change and in some respects, made it happen. Even if it felt like a tiring war of attrition at times, she was alive.

As soon Ulv would bring over tea, she grasped her own cup without questioning the extra black arm in the slightest as she looked at the cup, shrugging gently, and sipped. She would stop for a second, huffing about it being hot under her breath, blowing on it a bit before she continued drinking.

Caly was about to say something about refusing a quick method, until Ulv went into talking about having someone to love would help. Whatever tea was in her mouth would slowly trickle out back into the cup, a gentle light of blush on her face as she was looking at Vanyel for a moment in quiet embarrassment, before looking away, drinking much more hastily than before.