Cypress

tomorrow i will come back, leader of the whole pack

Danny shot a nervous look towards Cypress; at least cuffed she wasn't going to get herself shot, but it was clear that his magic was loosening its hold over her. He didn't dare try to apply another layer of the magic, he already knew he was in for at least one solid punch as it was for so blatantly ignoring her wishes as he had - if they got out alive at all. But Cypress didn't look mad, her dopey, unconcerned expression had faded into something far more worrying that her rage - she looked near tears, her lips trembling and eyes hopeless. A bruise was already forming near her temple from her fall, a bit of blood drying in her hair - she looked like a lost little girl, all fight gone. He itched to get closer, to heal up her wounds, but with his hands bound there was little he could do. And, hate it as much as he did to even think this way, he didn't know what they were in for. What if he healed her injuries now only to be unable to save her life later? He was good with magic, and medicine, but their situation was completely unpredictable. He bit his lip as the woman forced them to walk. Part of him wanted to run, cuffs and pistol be damned, but he wasn't sure if Cy would catch on and there was no way he was leaving her behind. Besides, hadn't there been mention of taking them to Thoth? He could only hope it wasn't a trick; Thoth was probably about the only thing that would perk Cy up at the moment.

Danny saw the plane first, his eyes widening. "Um, Cypress," he started anxiously. He'd never been on one himself, but at least he'd read about them. Cy's interests in Earth had been much more limited, and she was usually too busy with her dogs to do much research about modern inventions. How was he going to explain this to her? As if their day hadn't been overwhelming enough already! He bit his lower lip, feeling rather guilty at the excitement he was feeling. He'd always wondered what flying - not with his wings, but in a big metal bird - was like.

Cypress sniffled weakly, her still-damp hair falling over one eye, as the woman and the man talked. At Flash's mention of loving Thoth her lower lip gave a little wobble, but she said nothing. She did seem a little bit interested at the conversation in general, which was good to see. As they were led into the plane Danny leaned in, hurriedly trying to explain to her what to expect.

She spent the flight with her head between her knees, miserably airsick. Dalton warned her in no uncertain terms what would happen if she dared vomit on the woman's shoes, but Cypress seemed more shaky than nauseous. At least, Danny thought with some trepidation, it was better than worrying the whole time; he found that he didn't particularly like this type of flying, it all seemed too... out of control. The Flash guy seemed like a good pilot (not that he was any sort of expert), but at least when he was using his own wings there was no one but himself to blame if things went wrong. Flash literally had their lives in his hands; didn't that scare the crap out of him? Being a doctor was technically similar, he supposed, but doing surgery was probably a damn sight easier than landing a plane in his mind, at least.

Cy shuffled after him like a tired zombie, pale and exhausted, as they were lead into the mansion. She looked relieved, or at least a little less miserable, when the handcuffs were removed. She and Danny rubbed at their wrists, getting the blood flowing again, while they eyed the new woman. She seemed... extremely different from the rest. They shared a quick look, obviously having the same thought: her differences were far from reassuring, but rather, indicated she was even more dangerous than the rest. Cypress visibly lightened when Emilia mentioned Thoth, an audible breath of relief slipping out of her. Her relief only seemed to grow, a bit of her normal spark mixing in with the worry, as they walked through an army of incapacitated people. Thoth was alright! Or had been recently, at least. He was still fighting, which was a good sign.

She looked a bit shell-shocked when they finally found the person in question, though. Danny grinned, feeling a huge weight lift from his shoulders at the sight of Thoth. He was still alive, and he was still kicking, and that pretty much answered everything. Between the three of them they could get the hell out of-

Danny sputtered as a giant ball of water soaked him - and everyone else in the vicinity - to the bone. He burst out laughing. How could he not? It was just so... Thoth. The biggest nonverbal fuck you a person could manage and of course it came from Thoth. His laughter abruptly cut off as Cypress burst into tears next to him.

"Thoth!" she cried and, before anyone could react, Cy dashed straight for Thoth and went to throw her arms around him.

Except, at the last second, she sort of... slipped. She collided with him: most notably her lips against his. She stood there for a long second, meeting his eyes as their lips touched, before she seemed to come to her senses. Cy pulled back a little, eyes wide and cheeks instantly scarlet. The day had obviously taken its toll on her, though; where normally her reaction would have been... interesting (for Danny at least; it was bound to be mortifying for her and confusing for Thoth (if he even noticed at all)), she only pressed a shaking hand to her lips and stuttered a small apology. Danny raised a brow, knowing she'd be freaking out about their accidental kiss just as soon as things were less insane. Cy seemed much more like her usual self as she glowered at Emilia and the other agents, cuddling against Thoth's side and taking hold of the hem of his shirt; she wouldn't get in the way if he had to do more fighting, but she was absolutely not going to let him arms reach for the rest of this cursed adventure. And probably for as long as was possible after, for that matter.