A pair of gold ringed blue on black eyes were rested on Gabriel, darting between him and the shards they were working on. His shadow curling to help steady them, that touch of warmth the only bit of dreamotion going through otherwise darker energy. So, so close to finishing it—

"Can have that conversation either as or after we drink," and get some dreamless sleep after this entire thing. Chase away those golden eyes and skeleton grin of a predator that was both a part of him and something akin to a parasite- so it felt, anyway.

Speaking of, that skull faced wolf was forcing the noctaere to sink down into icy shadows to keep it from going anywhere. As if trapped in something so much denser than a quicksand trap that the wolf could easily prance along with the other. Keep it bound, continue draining it to where it was no better than prey.