Last spark from the ashes

"Trust me, you did well." Blaze claps his shoulder one last time before she pulls back. What Steve's handled tonight, she doesn't think she could have handled it as gracefully. She nods absently at his urging them to rest, but her gaze is already tracking toward Nike's door.

"You know, I think I ought to talk to Nike by myself." In the way of people here, Blaze tends to think of Guardian and Ghost as a single unit: there's no more weight, to her, if a Ghost is present in a personal discussion. But she's been doing a lot of thinking, these past couple weeks, on how to have a talk with the terminally self-effacing angel, and she suspects Nike might be as shy of Ghost as of her.

Ghost looks surprised. "Are you sure...?"

"Go on, give these two a hand with anything they need. I'll call if I need you. Or when we're done." The look she shoots him is warm, if brief. "Have a good night, Steve. Siri."