"Well, I'm no stranger to that. I still feel like I ought to lecture you, though," Lila says, but she doesn't. It would be hugely hypocritical of her to scold Nate for being reckless when she prides herself for that very thing.

She also realizes, now that she's gotten over her initial shock of finding him bloody and beaten, that she hasn't seen him in awhile. On purpose, on her end. So it's probably not her place either way. She'd been horrified after the enchantment had been lifted, maybe not entirely that she told him he was like a father to her, but the way she'd said it, and the way he'd rejected her affection. She doesn't blame him, who wants someone simpering to them about how they wish they were their parent? In short, it had been embarrassing, a feeling Lila does not appreciate. And deep down it hit too hard, making her think of Barron, who back home really had been the closest thing to a father she'd ever had. And how she'd never been kind to him the way he'd always been with her.

She lets them both into Bramford, ushering Nate into the elevator to take them up to her apartment. "Come on. Try not to get any blood on the couch, at least."