He looks at her. "Congratulations," he says, his voice only shaking a little. "I might take you up on that ice cream now."

"Congratulations to you, too," says Morgan, wryly. She really couldn't have done it without him. "Let me pop over to my apartment for money, and then let's definitely go get celebratory ice cream."

He nods and puts his mask on again.

Flicker, and then Dubai. Morgan's apartment is at the top of a tower, and is surprisingly small and tasteful for an all powerful millionaire living in a city known for its luxury shopping and nightlife.

She starts disentangling the breakable things she abandoned to fight Behemoth from their unceremonious pile. Money of some kind, in a currency that'll buy ice cream, her phone, a hair tie to tie back the tangled mess that is her hair right now -

—ringing phone—

...

She gives Eidolon an apologetic look, then answers it.

"Hello?"

"The Simurgh has moved."

"Fuck." She switches the phone to speaker. "What's she doing?"

"Bringing Leviathan back—she's with him, we might be able to get Doormaker to open a door to her and you can look at her through it, use binoculars or Clairvoyant—"

"I'm leery of pairing with Clairvoyant in a crisis in case it doesn't work as a vector for me, binoculars or seeing if Eidolon can get a looking shaped power, if you think you can, Eidolon? Slight problem - the way we killed Behemoth required proximity."

"You can still shunt her elsewhere—"

"Switching, but my power isn't at its most helpful right now."