Percy Jackson
A few days passed in a lulled state, filled with a general rush about the kingdom to repair what had been damaged by the enemies, to restore life to what had been interrupted, and to, overall, fix what had been broken.
It was quite obvious that Primordia had never been in such a battle as the one which had just taken place. The structures were unprepared for the wear that a fight would bring, and Percy was just relieved that he and his companions were there to assist, because he wasn't sure if the kingdom could have lasted through without their help.
Luckily, by the fourth day, most of the damage seemed to be compensated for, or at least was in the late stages of repair.
Percy had hardly caught a moment with anyone in the rush, except for with Raine and Jacques.
Their discussion had been short, with the twins already have been informed of their friend, Ezereal's death. The two had seemed to be in grief, although they did quietly remark that they didn't blame Percy or any of the group for what had taken place before departing.
However, on this fourth day, Elyssae-Lydian had summoned them down to the throne room.
Gathering themselves, Percy lead them down from their wing into the throne room, in which the Empress herself was seated upon her exotic throne wearing her usual stoic expression.
Percy dipped his head in respect, before she began to speak. "I called you here to give you my thanks. Without your skill and assistance, I doubt my people would have claimed victory. I myself would be among the fallen."
She paused, obviously deep in thought.
Percy spoke up, exchanging glances with his companions, "I'm sorry, but I don't think we can stay. We are welcome that we could help you, but we have our own worlds to protect."
Elyssae-Lydian nodded curtly. "I'll arrange for something tomorrow, and I will be there to send you off."
Percy nodded, relief flooding him. He didn't much want to leave, but there was no other choice. "Thank you," he answered, before politely leaving, followed by the group.