The barrier is as solid as ever beneath Pratt's fingers, simultaneously cool and sharp, nearly shocking to the touch like frozen glass against bare skin. Carlisle's gaze flicks ahead of him once more, following Pratt's, fixating on the point where Caedra vanished from sight.

"Better them than us," Carlisle remarks coldly, as icily as the ward he's holding around them. "Perhaps the Clinic will be protected. Or your home will be safe. Anywhere she does not know to look for you."

He stifles a cough; though he might have all the energy he could ever need to keep his glyphs active, his body is not nearly so sturdy. "I can escort you there, but then I need to find my partner. He cannot face a demon alone. He- he should not face a demon alone."

Said like someone who has faced a demon with said partner, and knows the consequences.