As if to emphasize Ari's point, Sugar barked from Lovey's grip. She growled and barked again, the sound echoing in the room. The young blonde held her dog closer to herself and nodded at Pretty. Before Myr could launch into his next tirade, he was lifted into the air and carried out of the room. His head cracked against the doorway, and he yelped. Pretty backed up, then went through once more. His skull thudded on the frame. There was a trickle of blood coming from his nose. It was only visible for a second before he was pulled out of sight.
Honey stayed quiet. He was exhausted. He sighed and relaxed into Ari's embrace, going practically boneless. Seeing Myr always took a lot out of him. Any energy he'd had left after their date was sapped.
Pretty returned after a moment, clapping her hands once as if to rid them of dust. They were streaked with red. Apparently, she'd done more to Myr out of their view. Honey wondered if he was alright, then realized he didn't care. Part of him hoped she'd killed him. He watched as she went to rinse the blood off, then returned, locked the door, and sat by Lovey. She placed a tentative hand on Honey's shoulder.
"He won't be coming back. I made sure of it."
"Thanks. All of you, thank you so much. I didn't- I really didn't want you to have to see that. But you all did so well." Honey was especially grateful for Ari, who'd handled the horrifying situation with surprising eloquence. He curled up in his arms and looked at Lovey. "Do I still get to hear the good news? Or- or, um, was that too much?"
"Let's take a breather first, okay? Why don't you get changed into some warm pajamas in the bathroom? I've got some spares in the bottom cabinet. Ari, Pretty, and I can talk while you're gone."
The blond pushed himself up on shaky hands and went to be bathroom. He was afraid of what they'd talk about while he was gone, but, well, he was wet and cold and tired and miserable, and he desperately needed a change of clothes. Things would feel less bad if he was in something soft. So he went, leaving the three of them behind.
Arquis sighed, rubbing his knuckles across his forehead. "Such a shame. I was hoping I might, ah, get to try on that dress again tonight. The black one." He blushed, hoping Rin had gotten the message, and glanced back out at the rain. "But we do need shelter for the night, and Ophia seems nice enough to provide it. I could pay her, if necessary."