Kath'tan ditched the witch in the leisure room, not caring if she remained there or wandered off on her own. He could already guess where Dulce would be taken, so he warped again.
Moira watched him take a step back and vanish with some trepidation. The only one she felt completely safe around was Dulce, but she wasn't quite sure she wanted to go seeking him out just yet.
She glanced around at the pleasant room and picked a comfortable spot to sit. Dulce would eventually come looking for her, she just had to be a little patient.
In Dulce's room, he and Asael had already returned. They stood close to the cold hearth, barely any distance between them.
Dulce was a little disoriented, he had been warped away without warning, the events unfolding in quick succession.
Asael still held his hand, his other hand now on his waist, keeping him close. "Take at least one of us along whenever you leave the cottage."
