When I woke up I was in my room in bed, wrapped in blankets and warm arms. I knew they weren't Xavier's but I snuggled down into the arms anyway, pressing my face into his bare chest and clutched him to me. My anchor. Right now, he was grounding me, keeping my head above my sorrow, above all the pain so I wasn't drown. His presence alone was helping, but inhaling his scent of fire and musk wrapping around me is what calmed my racing nerves, and numbed some of the pain. I felt through the bond and felt that the others were still sleeping. They were okay, calm, peaceful and seemed to be even blissful. What had Zeus's soul done to them?
As long as they were okay I guess it didn't matter. They would now live a lot longer, their lives extended who knows how long if it didn't give them all imm
