The walk to the hotel was silent. He had Riann climb off his back and into Lucille's arms, and then, he turned into a grasshopper and hopped into one of their pockets. He'd turn human, but he didn't have any clothes at hand. He hopped out as they went upstairs and changed back to normal, and then into some clothes.
He helped guide her to the bed.
"Get some rest, we'll be here to keep you safe!" He said.
She slumped into the bed and looked up at Spyke. "Thank you. . . for everything."
As she closed her eyes, illusions of figures and creatures lurked in the corners of the hotel room before dissipating into mist.
"You earned it." He said to her. They'd all done well today, they saved each other's lives, and kicked ass. He stood by the doorway, ready to shift and maul any threat that came into the room.
Every few thirty minutes, she would wake up, her eyes frantic and panicked. {It's okay Riann. . . just a bad dream} She thought to herself as she closed her eyes. Riann made different animals with the mist that would climb around her hands or approach Spyke.
(So where is Lucille?)
Spyke put a pot of coffee on. He stood guard still. Occasionally he'd sit by the bed and check up on her, with Lucille.
(I dunno?)
After about two hours, Riann woke up again. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and pushed herself up onto the edge of the bed. Spyke still stood near the door, looking around for anything that might attack.
(Guess she would be in the room too)
"You OK?" He asked. The coffee was starting to percolate.
"Yeah. . ." Riann replied as she walked over towards Spyke. "Did anything weird happen while I was asleep?"
""Mild illusory images." He said. "Other than that, nothing."
“So it seems that when resting, there is no control over the magical abilities.” Lucille noted.
"Thanks for staying with me." Riann said to Lucille and Spyke.
“Your welcome.” Lucille chirped.
"My illusions can get a little out of hand when I get scared, or passionate about something. . . and sleeping too." She added on to Lucille's comment.
"It would appear so." Spyke said, he walked over, and poured a cup of coffee, and went to get some creamer.
“How’s your head. Don’t get up too much.”
"It feels a lot better." Riann said, focusing her deep green eyes on Lucille. "Did you figure out your power yet?"
Spyke walked back over, and sat beside the bed.
Lucille shook her head.
"You'll figure it out soon." Riann smiled reassuringly at her. She glanced at Spyke and back towards Lucille. "So, these are trials? Where's the next one?"
"I don't think it'll be all too clear, but the next one might be here." Spyke huffs.
(( should something attack since the Creators know about the hotel?
(Absolutely, but not yet.)