Until then: slightly jittery vampire, stubbornly working at this spell.

".... Okay," she says. "Done. I just - need the materials and then I can cast this."

"Do I need to help acquire the materials, or just encourage Zeke to cover the cost?"

"Either's fine, I'm even willing to go buy them now myself and hand somebody the receipt and say, 'That. Pay me that.'"

Impatient, isn't she?

"I am happy to promise that your expenses will definitely be covered. And once I have my soul back, that promise will be extremely reliable."

She hums an agreement and then tilts his head to the proper angle to kiss him.

.... And then pulls away soon after because she is having trouble keeping herself still, now.

"The magic shop should still be open at this hour. I'm going to take a quick shower and then go buy the things I need."

"Sounds like a plan," he says agreeably.

Little smile, and then she goes and does that.

She's back soon enough with a paper bag filled with various magical effects.

"Right," she says, setting the paper bag down on her dining room table, "so if this messes up it's going to mess up in the soul direction. Not - hurt it or make it impossible to have a soul stuck on you, but it might settle in some sort of weird requirement for what causes your soul to flee your body in terror. I'm pretty sure I prevented that, but I might have messed up somewhere and there could be an opening for it to flee in terror through."

"Just as long as you'll be able to tell if that's the case."

"Yeah, I'll be able to figure out where the failure points are once it's on. Just - can't predict them in advance with absolute accuracy."

She starts moving her coffee table and couch to make room in the living room for magic.

"Seems like I'm all set, then. Thank you again."

"Mhm," she says, a little absently.

She focuses a little single mindedly on setting up the ritual. Magic. She will be done with this annoying growing withdrawal, and now. Still, she sets everything up carefully and checks over everything twice. She will get this right.

And then she has everything set up, and properly checked over. It should work. She doesn't know why it wouldn't.

"Okay. Please sit in the center of the pentacle."

"Sure thing."

Into the center of the pentacle he goes.

Good, excellent.

She retrieves the ring and necklace enchanted to monitor ambient magical energies and monitor how she's affected by them, respectively, and puts them both on.

Then she gets to casting.

It starts with only slightly ominous chanting (in Latin, because that's Yvette's preferred language for magic) and the hairs on the back of Miles's neck starting to rise. Nearly innocuous. As she continues, a breeze picks up inside the house, subtle at first but picking up in strength as she continues. The lights flicker, and her voice takes on an echoey, otherwordly quality. She doesn't shout, or raise her voice, but all around them falls quiet, as if waiting in anticipation for... something.

At what seems to be the apex of the spell, the wind wails through the confines of the cottage, there's a rush of energy. Yvette shivers from the euphoric high of powerful magic, not letting it cause her voice to waver as she steers the summoned magic towards its recipient -

Her eyes widen with realization and alarm as it doesn't go into Miles. Oh, she thinks, alarmed. Oh, shit. In retrospect this was an obvious way for it to fail. But hindsight's always twenty-twenty, and she can't put this particular beast back in its cage now that it's out.

The candles arrayed around the pentacle go out, the unnatural winds still. The lights flicker back on just in time to reveal Yvette gracefully sliding to the floor with a whimper.

...that did not give Miles his soul back.

But clearly it did something—

"Are you all right?"

"N-not, not really," she says shakily from where she's a heap on the hardwood floor, still shivering from aftershocks of magic.

"I-I-I have never -" She laughs, just a little. "- been so happy for shitty documentation in my life, oh my god."

"...You just gave yourself your own soul back, didn't you."

"Yes," she giggles, "yes I did."

A thought occurs to her, and her expression goes dark.

"...... Right, okay, let's. Let's see how well I s-stuck it on, c'mon please please please have been competent enough even while you fucked up so badly you re-ensouled yourself..."

She starts making a wobbly attempt to stand.

That's not a promising expression.

Miles stands up and offers her a hand.

She takes it with a small smile, and a quiet, "Thank you." With Miles's help, she makes it to the couch, where she can stop relying on legs that currently resemble jelly.

"Okay," she says, taking off the necklace, "I should just be able to check this and see, instead of doing the scrying thing, actually."

She hesitates slightly, then murmurs a phrase in Latin. The gem in the necklace glows, and she shudders, but focuses on the gem with a single mindedness and a growing trepidation. The glow fades, and she lowers the hand holding the necklace to her lap, looking pensive.

"So, that's not ever coming off accidentally, good, that's - that's good." And yet her expression still looks pensive.

Miles watches her with... slightly distant concern.

"I get the sense there's more going on here than the obvious," he says. "Anything I can do to help?"

"There is. And. And maybe, I don't know. I - I should definitely get you your soul back sooner rather than later. I just - just got a reminder of how important they are, and I didn't even want mine back. Sorry, I swear I don't usually mess up in such a dramatic fashion."

"I believe you," he says.

"If I, did enough of a good job with the sticking I should just - be able to cast it again and you have your soul too with no risk of potentially losing mine again in the process. But I'm going to want to be sure, because, if I lose it again I'm probably not getting it back unless someone holds me down to shove it back in me."

"...Yeah."