Sunbeam Lair Paradox in the Escape

Just jumping in here, though Jolon won't try anything with his broken leg and shame :) EDIT!: I just noticed she didn't actually go up, my mistake! Now it's just Jolon's mistake, lol.

It had been a while since the first day under Asterr's care. The pain had ebbed away slowly with time, but never truly disappeared. When Asterr was off doing her things, he thought about all he had done and more. Vector hadn't showed up anymore, and his dreams were calm and sometimes even quiet. It seemed the raging fire inside of him had finally died down like a dead sun, now just giving off a nice warm glow of the friendliness Jolon always carried with him deep within. He had thought about talking to Asterr, but hadn't quite gathered the courage, despite the normal chitchat that went on whenever Asterr was treating him. He had broken their bond of trust and friendship- no, Vector had done it, though he took the blame. He would fix it, he was sure of it, and he would also find Avannon to apologize.

That night he woke up with determination from an inspirational dream, his leg strong enough to sort of stumble and hink around a bit- though he knew not to take it too far. He would just go walk around for a bit, to stretch his other limbs- which was also sort of important. The moment he was outside though; it hit him like a truck. It was the same sickening scent Asterr had carried with her on the day he broke his leg, and that made him afraid. His ears swiveled around- there was definitely noise coming from somewhere. On the roof, nearby? Well, how in the name of God was he going to get up there? How would he ever find her without waking the others? He had a feeling it was Avannon, the scent revealing this too, and he dearly wanted to talk to her.

Avannon? He called out, his normal voice loud and clear. He would check up first, he decided. The trail she had left behind led him to the path he thought she had taken to go up, and there he stood for a while. He placed his forelimbs a place higher, followed by his hind limb that wasn't broken, trying to lift himself up. Slowly but surely he got the hang of it, putting as much pressure on his three good legs to let his broken one rest. He was only half way up when he started to panic, thinking she was already gone and he could never catch up with her. Avannon! He then shouted in distress, his broken limb held high in the air as he stood there in an uncomfortable position.