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There was a hurriedness in his stride, though only because he did not know for certain how long the bridge would hold. He watched the doorway carefully, searching for any sign that it might close before they could make it through, though ultimately they crossed over its threshold, one after the other, just fine.

The moment Ravnos stepped foot into the temple, a shockwave followed, silent, rippling through the air, likely only felt by those who were either very ancient and powerful or deities themselves. It was the second time that night that the vampiric world had become altered, though this time it was more of a correction than anything.

With his return, Ravnos's bloodline had been restored as if it had never been lost.

Not far from where they stood, the Spear hovered in the air, power still funneling through it and into the doorway. Grendel cut off that power and the Spear clattered to the floor in response, the doorway behind them flickering, and then fading away completely.

The throne room was silent, then. Ravnos was taking it all in, and Grendel turned towards him, hand slipping from the Disciples so both could rest instead on his shoulders, red eyes piercing an unfamiliar green, just one of several changes to the vampire standing in front of him.

"How do you feel?" His deep voice rumbled, eyes seeking Ravnos's for anything amiss. This was the first time he had ever created a living (sort of...) thing, and a Disciple to boot. In this case, he at least had a blueprint of sorts to work off of. Still, it was not the same as creating an inanimate object. There was a little trepidation in the God still. For all of his confidence at the time, he wanted to make sure he had done everything right.

"Anything...different?"

Not exactly the answer he was looking for, but the miscommunication was certainly understandable. Either that or Ravnos was being purposefully ambiguous. Grendel could, unfortunately, see either of those options being true.

Ravnos raised his hands up to his lips for a kiss, and while the very much enjoyed seeing him here, whole and wonderful and not completely destroyed as he had thought, there was still the matter of discerning whether or not he was indeed okay.

"Dracian." A gentle tone, though there may have been the faint edge of exasperation. "I had to remake you. I have never done anything like that before. I am just making sure you are...intact."

That seemed like a poor choice of words for some reason.

Grendel had the distinct feeling he was being laughed at, even if he never actually heard a laugh at that moment. He could read it in Ravnos's eyes the moment he looked back up at him. It was...confounding. The God couldn't understand how the Disciple could be so calm, somehow. Like he was taking this whole thing in stride, as though he hadn't just been gone for years, or like he hadn't just unraveled into nothing more than his essence a mere few moments before this.

Yet something in the mischievous glint of those green eyes, in the smirk, in just the tone of his response, that was all Ravnos. Grendel's Ravnos. Somehow, that was enough to ease his concerns, and he stepped forward, removing his hands from the Disciples so that he could wrap his arms around him, pulling him in close. Behind him, the shadowy tendrils began to snake out from his back, and they wrapped around him too, holding him tight.

"I.." His voice hitched in his chest, which suddenly ached painfully with so many emotions it would be impossible to untangle them all. He couldn't hope to speak around them. He just wanted to say how much he had missed him, and he wanted to tell him how sorry he was, again. He felt like he would never stop apologizing. But he couldn't get the words out.

Tears had begun to well up and he closed his eyes against them, buried his face against Ravnos's neck, and breathed him in again.

Unbidden, though he had tried to stop it, the tears fell, slipping out, a red that was almost black, leaving dark trails along his cheeks.

It had hit him like a freight car, all of a sudden. He hadn't cried when he thought Ravnos had been destroyed. He had felt broken, yes, and had gone despondent for a while, but he hadn't cried. And he wasn't upset right now, not really. In fact, if anything, the opposite was true. It had just been, so much, so fast, and he hadn't given himself enough time to feel, until it flooded him, all at once.

It was embarrassing. The tears slid down silently, and he wasn't able to make them stop. "I am fine," he growled, suddenly finding his voice, and trying to shift his face away (though he clearly was not fine), but eventually he stopped trying to hide it and let Ravnos wipe them away, kiss them away, and hold him.

"Up until a few nights ago, I thought I had destroyed you. I did not think I would ever see you again." His voice was gruff, and there was still the raw edge of pain in them, but it was a pain from the past, not from the present.

"I grieved for you, every day, and now you are here." He paused for a moment, the tears had, thankfully, stopped. Soothed away by quiet, gentle words.

"Yes. Let's go to the wagon." He liked the wagon. It was a much warmer place than this. This place held too many memories, and most of those were depressing ones.

So, he hand-wavied them to the wagon.

It was always easier than walking.

The Disciple's words were comforting ones. They reminded Grendel that while he may have grieved, he had still done what he needed to the moment he realized he could get Ravnos back. And he had done it in a remarkably short time frame, at that. It still made him feel bad, that he hadn't realized sooner, that Ravnos had lived another life for years in that other plane, but he was coming to realize he needed to try and get past that now, and not let those thoughts consume him.

The teleport to the wagon was instantaneous, as always. Grendel hadn't actually been here since he had lost Ravnos, though he had thought about it from time to time. Ultimately, the thought of coming here alone had been too heart-wrenching, so he had not visited it, not for comfort or grief or otherwise.

He was almost glad of that now. It wasn't tainted with bad memories, only good ones.

"Mmm.." Grendel looked around himself, giving a slight nod, eyes narrowed. "No, I don't suppose it would have. Not like...." He stopped and gave the Disciple a sidelong glance. "....Your bloodline. Though those that were gone seem to be back, now." He tacked on that last part almost like an afterthought.

Grendel watched him as he spoke, and again the Disciple was completely unphased. It all seemed to be so easy for him, and Grendel envied that, but at the moment, together with Ravnos in the quiet comfort of the wagon, he was captured by his words and by the vibrant green of his eyes.

He reached over to brush back some of the hair that insisted on obscuring part of Ravnos's face, tilting his head to the side slightly, a small smile playing along the God's lips.

"Oh? What have we come here for, then?"

As if he didn't know.