Nyx

Bond took care of Harry, settling him into a makeshift jail and setting a guard on him. He'd have to talk to Harry, the cooler head, about what to do with the man. Bond would just as likely murder him, but there had been a club full of witnesses.

Once Harry was secure and he was sure Nyx had time to recover a bit, he found his way to the nymph's room. Hex let him in with a warning that Nyx wasn't himself.

Clearly. He looked a mess.

"How are you feeling, Nyx?" Bond said with a note of genuine concern.