The fact that his master was busy was one thing, but his mention of a lost object caused a unique sensation to run down his spine. It was cold. A chill? What was it? He stopped for a moment, but then realized this was perhaps the absolute worst time to try and understand what weird feelings he was getting.

The fact that Simone called his name in what appeared to be a panic only caused him to rush faster down the halls. But at least now he knew where she was. But anything could be happening now. A trap? Perhaps one of the more unruly Pilgrims or sell swords? He was less worried about Simone’s health and more of the reaction to her immortality getting out.

Left. Right. Right. He traced the echo. That would put her…in one of those starry rooms. It didn’t take him long to navigate his way there, and he slammed the door open, daggers at the ready for whatever would greet him.

“Hands off of he- oh for fucks sake…” Lewis took a deep breath as he sheathed his daggers, crossing his arms. Lord Raith and Simone. And tea. It was, perhaps, the tea that was most curious. From the steam rising, he could tell that it was relatively fresh. How long had they been talking? Had Lord Raith killed her? No, she knew his name. So then…what was this?

“I don’t…understand.”