Mira pursed her lips, contemplating his reply. Where would Lucian have fled to? Damn that Blackmoore woman--though the thought was followed up by guilt as it wasn't her fault she had been kidnapped. At Praetor's order, though, she nodded. "Okay, okay. I'll rest," she agreed. "Please take care of yourself--call off work if you have to. She patted at his arm, gratitude in her gaze, and hesitantly turned to retreat upstairs. "And please talk to Klaus by the evening. We have some new information thanks to Jenna and he was listening in," she added, turning to glance at him. Then she returned to her room where she finally fell into the fluff of her bed.