Lust, too, dropped to a knee almost instinctively, hands braced against Mikleo's chest and shoulder to support him. She hadn't even thought about what she was doing; her body simply moved on its own. The boy was clearly exhausted after such an ordeal and in dire need of rest. Or perhaps he simply needed a moment to gather his thoughts and catch his breath.

"Can you stand?" she asked, oddly gentle in her tone of voice. If he wanted ice cream with his friends, then she had no objections to letting him go with them. But he didn't seem like he was quite up to walking, let alone celebrating.

They might need to just bring the ice cream to him.