He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
"Angel," Cam murmurs in Adana's ear softly, "do you want to get a room, or not, I can't tell if he's barking up the wrong tree."
"Ah, ah, your twin isn't here to police you, so as the elder here, the task falls to me. You want to fight with your alt, why not talk swords with Zane?"
And then he starts talking about the various strengths and weaknesses of different types of weaponry.
"All done with the room," Cam murmurs. "If you'll rid us of some intervening wall, angel."
"Done! It has a place with lots of room so we can fight each other, and a freaking huge bed!" says Zane, happily. "Adanaaaaa?"
He has not included space for fighting. There is a bed in there, though. A cushy cozy giant bed with room for wing-sprawl.
Also she has such pretty new wings with such soft feathers to pet.
"I - seriously have no idea why I even wanted to wait, before, it seems so absolutely stupid now."
Feathers! Feathers feathers feathers. They are soft.
"Mostly just - scared, nervous. Afraid I was going to find a way to screw it up. And then I got shot and I couldn't fix it and augh, I was such an idiot."
"Never that, angel." He nuzzles her neck. "Or, alternatively, if getting shot and dying young makes one an idiot, at least you have company?"