Essek enjoys his husband's gentle attention as they wait, and he makes himself concentrate on listing everything they have with them in his mind, ensuring that he can pack it all quickly. He still whimpers when Percy carefully pulls out, instantly aching for the fullness of his length inside him to return. Instead of collapsing back into the bed, Essek forces himself to sit up. Percival seems to be in a similarly dazed but determined state. Essek swallows.

"We must gather our things and go now, if we wish to leave at all," he says. It goes against every one of his instincts to slip from the bed where his alpha waits for him, but he reminds himself that it is for the purpose of returning home, where they will be safe and comfortable and undisturbed.

Luckily, magic makes packing significantly easier. A few smaller items fit in his wristpocket, and the rest in the chest he summons with a flick of his fingers. He doesn't distinguish between his own things and Percival's; everything is coming with them, and he doesn't have the patience to organize. He leaves a shirt and trousers on the bed for his husband, and hurries to slip into the simplest robes he has on hand, more traditionally Kryn than anything he's worn in months.

"Come and get dressed, darling," he instructs, remarkably soft for how impatient he is feeling. "The sooner you do, the sooner we may go home."