That was probably why Paddy had chosen to tell Sean the truth. Maybe not exactly consciously, but Solomon could well imagine he wanted someone more like him to know. Someone who was ... probably ... mortal. Someone he could guide to help himself adjust.

Solomon chose not to look, and didn't bring it up.

"Saffron," he said simply, turning the head of the cane under his palm. He'd been considering this for most of the night, which is why he'd gone back to the Hotel so early. After it became clear he'd need somewhere safe to go, and after the ice had been broken by their visit the other day, Anton Shudder had set aside a room for him until he'd bought another house.

The thing was that Saffron was only the first. He wished she could be the only, but the manner of her escape was proof that Quiver, at least, was having doubts. Having doubts enough to show mercy, even rationalised as it probably was. If Quiver was doubting, then rumours were probably running rampant, and Tenebrae's attempt to shut down all discussion would only make the issue worse.

There would be others. There would be others and he didn't know what to do with them. "She's not going to be the last person to doubt. A lot of the less powerful acolytes only stay with the Temple because they were born and raised there. They don't know anything else. Now they do. They'll come to me."

Slow half-point turn to the left, equally slow half-point to the right. "The Sanctuary would be able to establish a safehouse," he continued. "It's never been on good terms with the Temple. We should be able to protect them. That won't be too much of an issue. The problem is that they'll expect things from me. Things I won't be able to give them."

He looked toward Paddy, resigned. "I don't know what do to. Again."