Caleb climbed the castle walls in silence; only hissing an impolite 'shut up' whenever the passling Blunk began to speak, which was inevitable as apparently the smuggler didn't need to watch out for murmurers - he'd got into the castle, alone. Blunk. And now Caleb was pressing his fingers into the sticky gum and adhesive passling spit, which apparently combined with enough strength that Caleb worried if he'd ever get the stuff off. He should've worn gloves, but Will was talking and he'd left them behind when she'd handed him the backpack he was now wearing, though he could certainly remember the look on her face when he'd indulged in telling her what the pink goo was that was now smudged around his wrists as his hands sank into the mixture. Caleb glanced up at the window above knowing full well that Phobos would quickly know he was here; he only got one shot at this. "Are you sure this is the window you saw her in?"

Blunk nodded and Caleb grinned, suddenly wondering if the gum had finally clamped the poor passling's mouth shut. He pulled himself up with ease, wishing he hadn't bothered to take his over-sized coat, which threatened to slip off his shoulders, on top of the excess weight it had given during the climb. He hated to admit, but Hay Lin had been right when she'd told him he ought to get a better fitted jacket. But this was Julian's; a coat that Caleb could use to travel back to that moment when the man slung it over his freezing arms, as he tried to fight him off and cry out in panic. Caleb hadn't ever felt quite so alive as that day. Caleb slid onto the windowsill, and his eyes instantly surveyed the room, finding two guards dozing with their backs to him, and a familiar body sleeping peacefully on the bed. Elyon.

Caleb dropped to the floor - wincing as Blunk fell a little less silently than himself, but quickly recovered; two crouched steps before he was behind the guards, glad to get the sticky mess off his hands as he fastened the guards' helmets together, smacking metal against metal with enough force to knock the two guards out. "Gum?"

"Haha!" Caleb flipped his view to place a finger on his lips, warning Blunk silently not to make another noise, as Caleb was sure the passling would cause his own capture, though Blunk's smile fell and he became quiet. Caleb unfastened his belt, sliding it between the metals of guards' armor, tying the unconscious guards together before he stood tall; cautiously approaching the small frame, lying peacefully under heavy royal blankets of gold and red.

"Sorry to disturb your nap, Elyon, but we have to go." Caleb reached for the girls arm, but his hand wavered before he touched her; gently resting over the blue nightdress which contrasted horribly with the sheets and general decoration of her boudoir, Caleb didn't think she looked quite like a princess ought to, but didn't have time to contemplate the prickling sensation on the back of his neck as the doors crashed open and he whirled around to face the gleaning face of Prince Phobos, with his hands resting possessively on the shoulders of.. Caleb did a double take, just in time to see the body in the bed dissolve into smoke which seemed to diffuse into the thin air.

"Hmm.." Caleb didn't leave a chance for Phobos to complete his sentence; grabbing Blunk and hurling their bodies from the window, thanking Will's eccentric thought of giving him a parachute, as he heard Elyon's voice shouting out some sort of comment of shock.

Caleb pat down the straps digging into his chest as he searched for the cord Will had earlier been showing him, though he cursed himself for allowing his-self to busy himself with marveling at how prepared she'd made him and wondering how one, such aggressive being could hold so much concern - an anxiety she carried for him and others whether they deserved it or not, though he was glad to say that the passed days had been of full bliss, whence she'd been over for hours at a time to discuss Meridian and battle strategies; though during strategic matters he noticed that unless she saw a blatant fault, she didn't much disagree - instead only seeming to absorb his words like they might hold the most powerful of knowledges. If that was what she was expecting, he intended to meet and upraise the expectation: he was still quite unsure of how to impress her. She was too messy to like his perfected maneuvers; maybe the trick was simply to screw up. He found and pulled the cord, allowing the 'chute to pour out from it's encasing on the back of the backpack and hoist him gently through the air.

...

"Now do you see..?" Prince Phobos let Elyon peel out of his grip and stare out of the window with a look of uneased concern, and he found himself enjoying her misery if only because her greed to concern for her own well being deserved to reek fear and chill her. Elyon Brown 'Escanor' was a self-important child, who hid behind an innocent smile and childish remarks of adoration of infants and prospects of peace, though not well enough to disguise her self-empathic ways. At least while Phobos could admit to his greed of angst to become Godly, he was certain that his layer of morning for his lost life was not something Elyon would truthfully be able to claim to. Then, he also had to acknowledge, Elyon had never bore witness to their mother's beauty and laugh, nor their father's gruff voice and tired, yet wise eyes. Wise eyes that were always on Phobos; following him around the room and lingering with his father who refused other than to lean on the door-frames of any room his mother sought to give him a moment of her time alone. He swore his father knew. And he supposed that was where Elyon's unreputable greed along with his own had come - a man who knew that his children were to be abandoned at the disappearance, yet only smiled and slipped a hand under his son's chin; leaning his own against the child's forehead and muttering the words he should have know would not have sunk. 'Life is not a game.' That was one thing Phobos encouraged to be proven wrong, by forcing the worlds to play before his father may he rest in the Heavens - Vasilis[0] Escanor would be proven wrong.

[0] I have found that many names are relevant and incidentally 'Elyon' is greek god, means highest, or ascending (Princess to Queen get it?), 'Phobos' is a greek god and translates to Terror, and Wiera is a historical name that roughly means Faith (she visits Elyon though visions, ect. giving Elyon faith that she'll be a good ruler.) so the name Vasilis is an old Greek name meaning 'like a king' which I thought was good, because it's the queen who rules so technically Elyon's father would forever remain a prince when he married Elyon... I know, put way too much thought into this :L