Jason stared at the table,eyes not focused on anything really. "It's not safe for him to go back to Tir Na Nog though."

"He needs the glamour of his own realm to heal, so his body can throw off the sickness. Barring that--" she took a sip of coffee "--if you could find a great influx of human emotion, in large quantities, that might help him. At the very least, he could begin to recover."

He looked up,eyes sparkling faintly with an idea. "Great human emotion? Would positive or negative matter?" He asked,voice slightly urgent. He knew Lila would freak wildly if she saw him battered and cracked and if he joked enough he'd crack up about it and she'd get more fidgety and emotional.Maybe.Just maybe.

She nodded. "If it's negative it might just push him towards death."

Puck snapped his fingers, grinning. "We can pay a visit to Blue Chaos again, thatll be fun."

The nurse blinked. "Blue Chaos is owned by a Winter sidhe who employs redcaps and is rumored to have an ogre in the basement." She sighed. "Wait. If you insist on doing this, Ive a better idea, one not so...insane." She looked caught between reluctance and resignation as she turned to Jason. "The Winter Formal is tonight at an old school. If there is one place that is sure to have an overabundance of emotionally charged, hormonal teenagers, that would be it."

He grinned. "Cool.Over hyped,hormonal teens is what I know. Maybe even Lila will be there,one girl that can burst with joy and excitement at just the mention of sewing or art of any kind. It's like her trigger,it can set off others in one wave so that'll be fun."

"I have a trod that leads directly to my office in the school," the nurse offered. "We can be there in seconds, and you wont miss a thing."

"Is he able to move?" Jason asked,though thinking by how Ash had...reacted to his presence that he might be able to.Maybe.

"I'm fine." Ash stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, looking exhausted but a little better than before. His skin had lost the gray pallor, and the wounds across his face and arms were not as striking. He didn't look good, by any means, but at least he wasn't at death's door. Ash clenched a fist in front of his face, then let it drop. "I can't fight like this," he said. "I'd be a liability, and our chances of getting the scepter will diminish. If there's a chance for me to shake this off, I'll take it."

Jason was shocked and almost turned pale at the sound of his voice,but he turned around and stood. Coming over and tentatively putting a hand to his shoulder,not in a friend way though.Not even close. "Don't push yourself,buddy. We'll get there and then once you can we'll get that scepter." He said,tone not kind but not 'I hate you so much I just wanna stab you over and over and over.',more like 'I hate you but your lucky I won't kill you in five seconds because I'm trying to be a nice scaley.'.

Ash picked up the tone and looked at him, and that faint, familiar smile crossed his lips. "I have to be on top of my game if Im going to kill things for you, right?"

"What you need," the nurse replied, stalking toward him with a steely glint in her eye, "is to go back to bed. I did not spend the last few hours stitching you back together for you to fall apart because you refused to stay down. Go on, now. Back to bed!"

He looked vaguely amused, but let himself be herded back into the room, and the nurse shut the door firmly behind him. "Bullheaded youngsters," she sighed. "Think theyre invincible." Puck snickered, which was the wrong thing to do. She whirled around. "Oh, you think its funny, do you, Goodfellow?" she snapped, and Puck winced. Stalking back across the floor, she grabbed him by one ear and pulled him out of the chair. "Ow! Hey! Ow! Okay, okay, Im coming! Jeez."