[Spike sighs as he realizes that the Daemons are coming back. God fucking damn it. It's worse, because as Erastis returns, he can start feeling some of that second hand guilt and remorse coming back. It's not a full soul's worth, or else he would have been crying in a basement for three weeks, but it's a small tether, at least.

And then, when Erastis arrive, he's not in his lynx form but in his african wild dog form. He's a little hesitant when approaching Spike, and tentatively goes to sniff his hand before he starts licking his fingers and Spike just grimaces.]

Yes, alright you absolute numpty, I'm sorry I shot you in the head. Ugh. God, now I'm going to have to drag you back home. Say goodbye to the sun, you're not seeing that again for the rest of your life.

[He has a care package in his other hand, full of sweets looted from last night's celebration, with a note taped to it saying "Dawn."]