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Jareth did follow her into the makeshift illusion that was Eva's grandmother's house. Apparently while Jareth was now somewhat impaired his abilities were still rather extensive. Noting the sadness in Eva's tone Jareth didn't comment on it. He'd simply picked the most relevant imagery associated with the woman to put her up in at the present moment and had no way of knowing the house's real significance to her.

Walking into the house Jareth headed directly for the kitchen so that he could attend to the rest of his injuries. He couldn't very well just let his fractured arm hang there. It was important to at least set it up in a sling and change up his wardrobe into something less cumbersome. For the first time in a long time Jareth felt his mortality creep at the edges of his inner world. As long as he was tied to the Labyrinth Jareth was more or less caught in a timeless kind of vacuum. But he was by no means impervious to injury or death and his close call on the bluff had deeply rattled him.

Since the time he'd assumed custodianship over the Labyrinth and the castle all potential threats to the kingdom had come from the Above and had been easily delt with. But now Jareth was facing a threat from within against a person who was potentially equal to him in intellect and power. Jareth needed to piece together Ariadne's plans and he needed to do it quickly before his problems escalated. But for the moment he was too tired to think straight.

"You wouldn't happen to have a first aid kit laying about. Would you?" Jareth muttered from the kitchen.

First thing first. Jareth used the present opportunity to change cloths. An ability he seemed to be able to muster at will. Transforming out of the rest of his armor, when Eva saw him next he'd be wearing a loose fitting ivory poet's shirt, tan breeches, and dark brown boots. His main like hair also wasn't as wild and looked shorter with just a few long pieces that hung down like a hanging plant. He looked visibly tired yet entirely determined as he sat at the table and stared without seeing at a point in the middle of the table; his mind somewhat clouded as he continued to chew the wad of faerie wing in his cheek.