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She nodded, taking the can away from him and looking down at the fire. "That sounds good."
He seemed to understand, heading to the door. "We'll go see if there are any updates."
He nodded, taking her hands. "Okay. We need to hear what the council has to say first."
She was quiet too before he would feel her lean against his shoulder lightly. “Today was nice.”
He frowned, tilting his head. “Some Fae have prophetic capabilities...”
She paused and her eyes flickered down to his mouth for just a moment. She flushed before dropping her hand, looking out to the sun going down...
He frowned, cupping her face gently. “A voice? What did it sound like?”
She looked up at him, and her expression softened as she watched him, her hands shifting slightly to rest on the side of his neck.
“Calliope, take deep breaths,” he commanded sternly. “Tell me what happened.”
She gave him a small smile before looking at the sun sinking in the sky, her fingers still rubbing the knots out of the back of his neck. “This...
“Just calm down,” he said gently, taking her hands. “Calm down. It’s okay.”
She rubbed the back of his neck gently before giving him a smile. “That’s good. We did just have a nap.”
He seemed perplexed, frowning at her. “A voice?”
She was frowning. “You seem tired,” she replied, sitting next to him.
He looked bewildered, following her. “What are you talking about?”
She came over to him, standing by his side. She reached out tentatively, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”
There was a pause before he approached her, flying over quickly. “What is it?”
She nodded, placing her hands on the pit and setting it alight.
“The Ortus is in danger,” the voice whispered. “The Ortus is in danger, but it will not be saved without tragedy. The Ortus is in danger. Return...
“Not too much,” she agreed, sitting on the mat. “What about you?”
