Exton

Pandora would never admit it to Josephito; but she was scared shitless when she heard he was using Allah's Light again so soon. The effects when he returned from the fae kingdom were alarming... although Stoney assured her that was a symptom of the other realm itself, not using the sword... but she was relieved to be in his arms. When he whispered hoarsely about going home, her heart leapt in her chest, she wanted nothing more than to stand in the doorway of the roof garden with Ob at her side; their daughter snug in her cradle beside their bed.

Pandora looked up at Obsidian with an extra smile of gratitude when he told Grace she was one of his girls and he'd see her safely home again. She had become quite close to the talented and kind lady while they whiled away the hours together at the Manse... and her heart was saddened at the thought they would lose her much sooner than any of them wanted. Grace had a rare talent for not only portraying people on paper... but of catching their essence; the sparks that expressed who they were. She wondered if she might talk to Star and get her to make a portrait of Grace... she had a place of honor in mind at the tavern.

Returning to the present she took Grace's arm as they descended the stairs; Obsidian leading the way with his sleeping daughter cradled in one arm.