[center][h2][u][color=goldenrod]Khan[/color], & [color=palegreen]Rathel[/color], Khan’s office[/u][/h2][/center] 

Rathel was busy shifting his vines, adjusting and twisting them about to transfer young Lyn into the bench end. His head turned to acknowledge Colette’s addressing him. For several moments he studied her, his black, iris less eyes stared back a ther with interest as he read the young vampire’s aura pouring off her. Most individuals wouldn’t have sensed a thing, but demons were another matter. It wasn’t hard for Rathel to tell she was a demonomancer but her experience was impossible to determine, at least  without actually asking her, as he pulled about to face her. His root like tendrils within his mouth wiggling with each spoken reply that whistled past his odd shaped maw. 

[color=palegeen] “A very unusual type really. I believe an off shot of a spriggan, trent, and another type of plant demon to be honest.”[/color] His eyes shifted down to note Atticus now nuzzling around her legs, his male figure stretched out in a much smaller form and curled into her lap. A bat like demon was sprawled across his spine, her figure lifeless save for the subtle breathing in her snoozing. [color=palegreen] “You might want to return them to the Inferno in order to allow them needed rest. We recover much faster within our own domain than on Tiien’s surface.”[/color]

It then that Khan entered into the office. His hand gripped his cane tightly and gait exhausted, his limp more obvious than it was when he left. It seemed the energy from his earlier rage seemed to have disappeared, leaving him weakened and utterly unable to stand for very long. Instinctively, Rathel’s magic caused a chair to pick up and travel toward the Headmaster. With a loud thump, Khan flopped into it with a heavy sigh before he gestured for something to drink. Rathel bowed his head then twisted about, his figure mindful of the surroundings, while he crept toward the kettle on the Esyire’s desk which was surprisingly still pipping hot. 

His arm reach up and poured two cups, one for  Colette and one for Khan. Promptly he quickly grinded up some blood root into the bottom to brew alongside the tea and shuffled them toward their respective destinations. 

[color=palegreen]”Shall I take Lyn to her room while she recovers?”[/color] His eyes shifted to the youth curled into a ball and still dozing, her tragic day finally coming to an end. 

Khan shook his horned head, his fingers gripping his cup and raised it halfway before he stopped. He paused there to answer his demon, letting the vapors linger in his nostrils. [color=goldenrod] “No, but I do need you to address the team being sent out. I have a gut feeling those students are in serious trouble and need as much aid as possible.”[/color] 

[color=palegreen] “Very well, I’ll get right too it.”[/color]  Rathel turned to exit, his mind adding one last thing that was lingering on the Headmaster’s mind. [i][color=palegreen] “I’ll also keep you updated over Mar’s condition as well.”[/color][/i] 

Watching Rathel depart, the demon finally exited the room and leaving them alone, he turned toward Colette. His hand gently gestured for her to take the only remaining seat in front of him while he added encouragement. [color=goldenrod] “Now, Colette, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”[/color]