Angel turned and headed out the other door to the courtyard. Spike followed. They stood in the shade, neither saying a word. Illyria walked to them, standing with them, but apart as well. After a while, she spoke. "Wesley? What will happen to his form?"
Angel felt weary. "If we want to bury him, someone will have to get his..." He broke off, pausing a moment. Steeling himself, he continued, "Someone will have to get his body."
Illyria looked hopeful. "I shall retrieve his form. I find I cannot just stand about, with no purpose."
Spike nodded. "Know what you mean. I wish I could go somewhere, do something."
She pivoted and walked away. "Illyria!" Angel called. She turned back, tilting her head.
He sighed. "We're not at Wolfram and Hart anymore. If you meet a person, you have to..." He glanced at Spike, not really sure how to say it.
"You have to be Fred, love." Spike filled in, understanding. "The humans won't get the blueness of you."
She nodded. "Very well." And with that she was gone.
"What the hell am I going to do with her now?" He wondered out loud.
Spike turned and looked back at the group inside the hotel. "You should get that shoulder looked at."
Angel looked down at himself. He hadn't even noticed the huge hole in his arm. Then he studied Spike's abdomen. "And you? You know your intestines are showing?"
"Huh. So they are. I wonder if any of them in there can sew. I had Xander sew me up once, but I don't think he'd be too good at it now, what with the one eye and all."
"If I'm going to let Xander near me with a needle, I need something to drink." Angel stated. "And if I remember correctly, I've got a bottle or two of something in the office that should help us be brave."
"Sounds like just the cure I need." The two vampires went off in search of reinforcements.