"He's safe?"

"He was cold and scared, but whole as far I could tell."

Nod.

"I'll be at the hospital with Scott, but the rest of you kids should go home." 

He puts an arm around Lydia.

"I'm glad he's okay. Sorry we couldn't help." 

Nod. "Do you need me for anything, Scott?"

"No, you should- is there anything I can do, about Felix?"

Shrug. "As far I know he is safe but worried because of the Nemeton vision... Oooh, next time when you sleep you could create tiny portals to his dimension and write words that way. Tell him the situation?"

"I will. I promise."

Nod. "We should talk. Later. Please keep me updated on how Stiles is doing. I am going back to Sky."

Nod.

"Thanks for your help. Thank Felix, too, I don't know if I'll be able to do the portals tonight." 

"Sure, do get in touch. I do want to talk to you."

And assuming Scott doesn't have much to add, he will take flight, think about names and search Sky.

Sky can be found at the complex, if the newest person in Beacon Hills thinks to check there. 

Well, he-without-a-name-but-leaning-to-"Trevor" does think to check there. He wants to see how Sky is doing. Also his wings have changed and are now blue with lighting-like white patterns.

"Hey Oscar, what's up?" 

He explains what happened to Stiles. "But how are you doing?"

"Lonely, bored, paranoid. You?" 

"A bit worried about Felix, about you, about the scoobie gang. In that descending order. Nameless. I get lonely and bored, but why paranoid?"

"That's how it goes. I'm a Stiles. Is Felix okay, I mean, besides uh, being kind of dead?" 

"He should be nervous because as far he knows Stiles and the others are in danger. But otherwise he should be fine."

"Did the Nemeton not give a helpful 'They're all okay' vision?"

"I don't know? If it did it didn't give to me and I don't have like a psychic connection to him."

"Right. You okay?"

"Yeah. Weird first day of life, but I am surprisingly fine. I understand existential dread and identity crisis are reasonable responses, but not really my thing."

"No, I have more than enough for both of us. I'm glad you're okay. Keep me posted?"

"Of course. When I pick up a name you will be the first one to know."