Both of the teens were scared out of their minds. This had never happened, was this some kind of thing that came with age? Or did it just need to be brought to the surface? These questions ran through Patrick's mind. He knew he didn't have an answer, at least not now. He looked down at Grace, hoping his eyes were back to gold, who knew what people would do if they found out. He didn't want to have to relive that again, and he knew Grace didn't either. With no plan in mind of what to do, Patrick keep his eyes glued to the mixed stone pathway, not looking up, even when Grace asked him a question. Patrick hastily walked to the room they were staying in, Grace running to catch up. She grabbed onto his shoulders tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Patrick, well get through this.Just like everything else."She spoke, confident and stern, yet they both knew she wasn't.

"P-promise?"He asked, his oh so stutter present once again. Grace nodded,

"Promise."She swore she would never leave him to fend for himself, she promised him that a long time ago. Patrick took a few deep breaths, calming down knowing having a panic attack wouldn't do both of them any good. Emily looked at the two, her head tilted in a questioning manner. Grace looked at her lover and smiled.

"Relax, we're okay.Just had a little bump in the road Em."She spoke, stroking her feathers. Patrick collapsed onto the shared bed, tired out from the events earlier in the day.

"I'm going to the library, wanna come?"Grace asked him, knowing Emily would go with her without a doubt. Patrick ran a hand trough his unkempt, grimy hair trying to get the knots out and failing.

"I'm good, grabbing some books on us?"He asked, referring to the titles the were given at birth.

"Yeah, I want to see if we can figure this eye thing out, and see what else you got."She said a smile on her lips.

"You might have something cool to, like how you have a knack for magic and potions."Patrick pointed out. Grace liked how he always had something nice to say about the majority of others, yet could never say anything good about himself. It was understandable, considering what he had to deal with at such a young age.

"Yeah, I might.See ya when I get back."She said, making her way to the door.

"Stay safe."Patrick reminded her just as she left the room, leaving Patrick by himself. Propping himself up, he grabbed Mice and Armies along with Armies and Warriors, happy he could finally finish the series.

As Patrick read his fictional story, Grace entered the library, looking for their non-fiction one. She was greeted by a plump, not overweight young girl around her age. She gave the girl a smile, and the girl smiled back.

"What can I do for you?"She asked in a polite tone.

"Um, do you have any books on 'Unknowns' or 'Ruins' and by chance do you have anything on helping people who get turned into birds?"She spoke up, surprised by the girl's reaction. Instead of having a shocked look on her face, she just smiled before turning and entering a back room, bringing back a stack of books, placing them on the counter.

"Here you go.Happy researching."Was all the girl said before walked away, helping a young child and his mother. Grace picked the stack up, placing her chin on top to keep them from slipping from her grip. Emily wished she could help her partner, but in this state she knew she couldn't do much. But now with the books, Grace might be able to figure something out and Emily might be able to help, and maybe not feel like a burden for much longer.

As the pair returned to the room, the girls saw Patrick with a book about to fall from his grip as he slept. Emily quickly dove to get the book, keeping a talon on the right page before placing the bookmark back in with her beak. Grace placed the stack of books on the desk that sat in the corner of the room, next to the wall. Separating the books into three piles, she realized that there wasn't much but at least they finally had something. Locking the door, Emily flew to the windowsill, tucking her head in her wings and getting some rest herself. Grace started to scan he books for anything about ravens, picking out around five books out of the twelve that were in the stack and started to jot down what ingredients she would need and where to find most of them.

Patrick woke up the next morning to see Grace had fallen asleep surrounded by books. He smiled to himself, they had finally found something for all of them. Maybe, just maybe they could get Emily back to her normal state, get Patrick to be able to control whatever he has, same with Grace. He didn't think just asking a selfish seeming question would get them this far. He picked her up, after marking what page she was on of course, and buried her under the covers, placing a kiss on her head before leaving to see if he could get a job. Seeing the elderly woman working the desk he quickly walked over.

"How long can we stay here ma'am?"He asked, his tone polite.

"How much did you pay?"Was her response.

"Three gold coins."Patrick quickly replied.

"A week, I'm guessing your going to be looking for a house for you and you girlfriend to settle down in?"She asked, a smile on her face.

"No, she's more of a sister, she likes girls anyways."Patrick explained, quickly thanking her before rushing out of the inn's doors.

Patrick knew that they're would be some type of job board at the tavern, at least he hoped there was. From the outside it looks homey, welcoming and cheerful. Clay bricks and intricate stone carvings make up most of the building's outer structure.

It's impossible to see through the large, stained glass windows.

As Patrick enter the tavern through the old, wooden door,surprised it was empty, there wasn't even one or two guys in at this time, it was early in the morning so it made sense, going to the barkeeper, who was a young man who had green eyes and light brown hair, maybe in his early twenties? He was cleaning a few glasses, probably from last night. Patrick smiled at the man, who smiled back.

"Looking for a drink?"He asked in a rough accent that Patrick couldn't place.

"No, I'm looking for a job."He explained. The barkeeper made a movement to his right before he spoke,

"To ya right, lad."He spoke, Patrick quickly nodded, walking over to the board, seeing there was some odd jobs, offering some Crown, but it was just silver and bronze, not even enough to buy a small house.

"How much is it to buy a house around here?"He asked, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Around one thousand gold, lad."Was the barkeeper's response.

"Any good jobs?"He asked, and the barkeeper let out a rough laugh.

"Yeah, farmhand work and around here, after six."The barkeeper explained.

"Can I get a job here?"Patrick asked, his eyes lighting up at the barkeeper's statement.

"Sure.I'll talk to Ron, one of the local farmer if he needs any farmhands.You start tonight, get here around five-thirty."The barkeeper spoke, before Patrick ran back to the inn, ready to tell Grace the news.

As the day passed, Patrick caught Grace up on what he was planning to do. She smiled at him, telling him she was going to do more research tonight. As the sun started to set, Patrick made his way over to the tavern. As he enter the tavern through the old, wooden door, he greeted the barkeeper.

"The name's Ken, lad.Ya ran out so fast I didn't get to tell ya."Ken explained, tossing him a apron.

"Get dressed, the after work rush is going to be coming in soon."He explained. Patrick made his way to the backroom, quickly changing and placing his clothes on the bench before walking out of the back room, seeing overall happiness and the smile of a waitress.

Ken is busy, but still manages to welcome many of the occupants with a short wave.

It's as charming inside as it is on the outside. Squared, wooden beams support the upper floor and the torches attached to them. The walls are decorated with sports memorabilia, it's clear the owner, and probably the customers, are avid fans..

The tavern itself is packed. Workers seem to be the primary clientele here, which could be seen as a bad sign, though Patrick's sure it's not. Several long tables are occupied by locals, travelers, foreigners and anybody else who wishes to join. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who are playing games and, judging by their laughter, are either telling jokes or great, perhaps embarrassing, tales. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company. He manages to wait some tables and prepare for what will undoubtedly be a great evening.