"All right."

"Since I stuck on my soul so well, she'll probably opt to just kill me rather than try to drag me to a competent enough witch to desoul me again. And she has super strength and a truly impressive amount of combat experience due to formerly being - uh, what amounts to 'the chosen one.' So. Yeah. Let me set up the pentacle again."

"Good plan," he says. "When I have my soul back I'll be much better placed to help you."

She smiles, and then gets to setting up the ritual again.

"Okay. Moment of truth. Let's see if I was wise to bet my soul on this. Into the pentacle, please?"

Into the pentacle!

Ominous latin chanting. Wind effects. Lights flickering. Feeling of growing power, everything but the spell falling silent -

Then a final rush of energy and an extinguishing of candles, and this time, the correct vampire gets a soul.

Yvette makes a sound Miles had really only gotten the pleasure of hearing when they were in her bedroom, and promptly pitches to the side to tremble like a leaf on the floor for the second time tonight.

Miles barely hears her.

For a second he thinks he might faint. He was expecting the rush of intense relief, but he wasn't expecting the pain that went with it. Getting his soul back hurts. It's like waking up from a nightmare knowing that everything you dreamed was real. He was pretty devastated while his soul was gone but he managed to defer the worst of it, and now all those bills have come due at once. Ow.

Okay. Okay. He's fine. He's functional. How's Yvette doing?

Still slumped on the ground over there, shivering and softly giggling to herself.

Could be worse!

Probably!

She seems to gather some resemblance to having a presence of mind to attempt to push herself to a sitting position. It... doesn't work. But she does manage to flip herself onto her back for less muffled giggling.

"Hi, Miles," she mumbles, with a tiny finger motion in an approximation of a wave. "Did I - soul sticker you?"

"You did!"

"Yay," she says, with a tiny smile. "Could write a book now. A soul sticker book!!" She seems to find this hilarious, and giggles accordingly.

Miles laughs softly.

Giggle, giggle.

"I should bed," she says, attempting seriousness and sort of missing.

"Are you going to need help getting there?"

She screws up her face, considering. Then, she attempts to sit up again, this time taking her time. She manages it, too.

"Yes," she decides imperiously. "The motors are out to lunch and have taken their skills with them."

He laughs. "Okay," he says, getting up and offering his hand again.

She takes the offered hand, but doesn't move to get up, considering him seriously.

"I think I have no motors," she says, in a very serious tone.

"Does that mean I should carry you?"

"Or leave me to make friends with the floor." She pats the floor, in a friendly fashion. "Good floor."

"It's a fine floor but I'm not sure it's capable of sustaining a lasting friendship."

He leans down and scoops her up.

"Eee!"

Then she giggles and snuggles closer to him. "It might! I got the long lasting varnish."

"But can it offer you emotional support?"

He carries her toward her bed.

She doesn't struggle or squirm, though she does nuzzle.

"I don't think that comes in a can," she observes dubiously.

Here is Yvette's bed! He sets her down on it.

"Not usually," he agrees.