“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. “It has to be.”
“One moment,” she said to Nevin as she and he exited the room. Firmly, she bolted and locked the door behind her. She threw the keys back over to the reading half-giant who smiled cheerily at them. Taking a moment then she breathed in and began to expand with her mind. Her eyes began to slide out of focus before-
I heard it all, a cold, rigid voice said, I heard it all. We have a very serious issue.
It sounded like they are planning something to do with my brewery. She saw a brief look of a mad anger, intense and burning. Eyes were dark, jaw was set and altogether he looked as if he was ready to destroy a galaxy … It made her stop, her heart pounding and truly anxious and fearful. We need to prepare, Stare.
She breathed out slowly, her mental nod turning into a physical one. Opening her eyes she realised her face was wrinkled with worry and she sighed as she saw both Brer and Nevin watching her cautiously.
“That just made things far more complicated. Sorry. I … we should leave,” she nodded to Nevin. “Now.”
Personal experience of Vitruvion's madness when he was truly furious was clear in her mind. She wanted to be gone as far as possible, the memories of the physical pain still clear in her mind. And he was currently with Blaze or Sable. There was nothing she could do, only get herself and Nevin far from the situation.
Thus she indicated the door and began the fast march out.
The two of them left rather hurriedly, faster than Nevin had expected them to after everything that had happened. But at this point he wasn't surprised - he had seen the look of fear on her face for a moment watching as her expressions and flickered. He had figured out that that was a sign of her talking with Vitruvion - but what had been said between them that had her actually scared? Even in that damn Castle, she had never been scared. Disgusted, startled, annoyed - but never afraid like she was now.
So he kept quiet as they left, winding their way back through the corridors of the Hollow, passing by guards who nodded. His dear friend said nothing as they left, and only paused when they reached the main entryway and turned to look at him. Nevin blinked twice before remembering that he wasn't to see the route here, then took the bandana back out and rebound his face.
Cutting off his sense of sight was somewhat less effective than most people realized. Aphrael hung high above in the sky, lazily circling in slow loops through the air. She had a poor memory for specific buildings, but she could remember routes quite well. But with Stare already concerned and Vit already agitated, Nevin was not about to mention this to her and make things worse.
