Tiketh couldn't help but feel a little relieved that neither Nasira nor Zimo wanted him to go alone. While he didn't want them hurt, truth be told he was terrified to face Take alone, already full aware he was not able to stop the psychotic spirit should it try to inhabit and control his body again. He had not been able to stop him so many times in the past. Why should now be different? Why should he believe he can stop the spook now? He didn't, that was fact. He knew already he would lose and would always lose. he just had no hope. Maybe it was the fact he'd already given up on a fight he hadn't yet fought... maybe that fact alone was the entire reason he would lose. Of course, it wouldn't be easy convincing him of that probably. He cracked a smile at Nasira's outburst. Spiritual poop was he? Now that seemed fitting. He'd have to use that one someday and tell it like it is, calling Take out on being a ghost poo. "Thank you," he said, bowing his head, "It was probably stupid of me to even suggest it. I just... You two have already been through so much and I know better than any just what Take is capable of..." And even then he wasn't satisfied with the notion that he might have seen all of what he could do. No. Doubtably. There had to be so much more this rogue haunt could still do to torment Tiketh among others. Taking a deep breath, steeling himself against an obvious trap, he strolled across the manor's foyer and pushed open the doors to the lounge, entering the lair of tricks he was certain lay within. Except... All was quiet. The lounge was empty, dead silent even to the roaring winds outside of which he suspected a storm was probably brewing somewhere. Take was nowhere to be seen, and yet... no! The room wasn't as empty as he thought. Hunched over against a shredded and ruined couch was Raice. He seemed in one piece and alive, though lying there unconscious with blood soaked clothing. he groaned softly, hand instinctively pawing at an already clotting wound on his side. Eyes shut, he didn't seem to notice anyone enter. Tiketh wanted to run to him to see if he was okay... but what if he was the trap? "Do you think.... Do you think he's booby trapped?" the Hylian asked, eyebrow arched curiously, needing to know the answer to this riddle so badly it hurt. "Raice!" he called, "Are you alright?!" The exorcist mumbled something incomprehensible and resumed lying there like a useless blob. Take's voice answered in a much more needed clarity. "I found him upstairs and we had a little fun. I think I might have been too rough. He's yours if you want him. Why don't you all go check and see if he's alright."