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“How can he be gone?” Oobtaglor asks their voice far too quiet in the space of the office after they return to the agency. Bileyg looks like he’s moments away from passing out, Oobtaglor is distraught, and Ingrid knows what she needs to do.
“Come up stairs you two. I think it's finally time that you see my home.” She tells them. They follow her, Bileyg leaning on Obaglor's form for support as he makes his way up the stairs to her little apartment on top of the agency.
“You have a nice home Ingrid,” Oobtaglor tells her.
“Thank you Oob,” She says to them before asking Bileyg, “Can you get your own armour or do you need help?”
“I can do it” He tells her unbuckling his plate.
“I will be back.” She tells them getting ready for bed before she brings her bedding into the living room where Bileyg has already arranged the billows on the couch like a bed.
She smiles at him not needing any words as he gets into the makeshift bed along with her and Oobtaglor.
“How can he be gone?” Oobtaglor asks again their oozy form cuddled around Ingrid and Bileyg.
“He saved us. He saved me” Bileyg tells them before his tone softens as he sings “Dormi, mi fili, dormi – sunt qui dicunt vitam esse beatam: inquiunt, dicant, nesciunt.”
Ingrid can’t make out what he is saying but she knows the language is Celestial and the tone sounds like a lullaby.