He sighed and held him close, murmuring into his ear, "Let me already apologize for anything that might happen in the court..."

Jason let him hold him,closing his eyes and for a brief moment hugging him. Blue pink and teal swirled into the edges of the under sides of his wings,the colors avoiding the fragile cracks creeping through them. They didn't get worse but they where healing rather slowly. They left scars,deep scars. "Before you do,let me say I'm sorry for putting you through this....I'm sorry you feel for me,because it seems to be hurting you." He murmured back,closing his eyes.

"I regret nothing," Ash whispered. "And I doubt I will grow to regret this." Ash smiles. "All right. You should get some sleep."

Jason's wings quiver faintly,just faintly,but he nods. "I don't regret going in that alley." He said,softer than most could hear. Surprisingly it made it past the cracks in his throat.

The next morning, he was back to being distant and aloof, barely speaking to her no matter how much Jason prodded. That night, they reached the underground palace of the Winter Court, and Mab dismissed Jason almost immediately. A servant showed him to his quarters, and he was led to a small, chilly room.

Jason soon,after prodding enough,had just given up. He kept his wings close,mostly for warmth than anything,and politely ducked his head as he was led to the chilly room. He walked to the back and sat. He curled his bound tail in tight and tried to let some fire spark to life but it was still a struggle,and so he just stayed wrapped in his fragile wings. Gray and blue swirled through them like ink into water,the blue like ink and the gray like the water. Neither merging,nor dissipating.

It only has the bare necessities, like a guest room, just less welcoming. And much more cold.

~~~A few hours later~~~

There haven't been any visitors, no games, nothing. Nothing that was interesting happened for hours. Maybe it was more interesting outside his room...

Jason shifted,not finding to much warmth in his wings. He sighed and stood,pulling his hoodie carefully over his broken horns that wouldn't ever heal. "I wasn't told not to leave,...but....I could get my tail stamped if I...ugh." He muttered,and began pacing with a faint limp. He sighed and carefully checked his leg,lifting a pant leg. He winced and pulled the bindings tighter around his calf,the cracks not taking well to his motion. It had widened a bit and exposed some of the inner that had turned to glass. It also reached up,trying to grab behind his knee. He let the fabric drop back over it once he had made the wrappings firm and looked at the door. "Maybe...."

The door looked so, so welcoming

"Mmmmm....A little camofladge scaling won't kill me." He said,then shakily let his scales shift to match around him,his wings wrapping around to hide his hoodie and hair as well as his tail to hide his pants. "Heh...nice." He said softly,not bothered to much by the small amount of pain. He slunk toward the door,silent on his feet. He peaked out,purple and hazel eyes scanning back and forth.