"You are going to make me a fucking list of anything else I should expect," Delcan snaps when he realizes Ronan is fine. As soon as his brain and body catch up to each other, realizing there is no longer a need to prepare to fight or flee, his knees feel weak. Now that he knows Ronan is okay, Declan is furious. How difficult would it have been to answer his fucking phone at some point in the last thirty six hours? To check his messages?

Declan hates surprises.

He stays where he is, hand on a tree as he watches movement in the clearing. He's losing the ability to make out even the outlines of bodies but he knows generally where they are. Had Ronan just put himself between Declan and whoever is out there with him? He isn't sure if he's offended or concerned.

"I don't know how," he says after a moment. Declan looks at the ground and tries to get his heart and his breath back under his control. Maybe if he just calms down it'll stop.