Releasing BG, I step back, and the mists rush in, swirling about Scarlet and I, sweeping our cloaks and all the clothing from the floor. It thickens swirling more rapidly, then tendrils extend outward, swirling about BG, replacing her clothing on her in swirl of cool air. The mists vanish, taking us with them, the only thing left to show we were there is the blush on BG's cheeks, and the fading echo of our voices. Good night BG, good night all.