Exton

Setting his book down on a table, Twillon answers the soft knock on his door. Tork's fern-like mane bristles as he lands on the back of Twillon's chair. Poised for attack, he settles at the sound of Keon's voice.Twillon offers Keon a chair and Tork launches himself upwards, lighting on the bed near a diminutive form. 

Weebit stirs at the disturbance, but settles quickly back into sleep. The tall blonde Sidhe tucks the silk handkerchief around her and takes a seat, speaking quietly.

"Does Herne call you to duty, or do the Queens have need of us both?"

"No. Twill, Torrent is leaving. He's going back to the Realm."

Twillon nods slowly. "I figured he would go soon after Grace passed over. She was the only reason he stayed here. So... tomorrow?" He drums his fingers on the table, thinking. His gaze strays to his little companion's resting form.

"NO. Tonight. He packed and sorted everything of Graces' apartment while Tori was stone. Ye know Brownies, can't leave things undone. Tori is going to make sure he comes here first. I just wanted let ye know."

Twillon rises and leans over the bed whispering. Weebit moans and sits up, the silk cloth slipping to her waist. Her voice is strong, although pain edges her words.

"Of course I want to see him off. Help me get dressed and find me one of those damned powders." She bows to Keon from her position, making no effort to hide her nude form. "No fears Lord Blackthorn, we will be there. I will make sure." Keon's brow rises. She dips her head, embarrassed by her forwardness. "I apologize, My Lord.."

"No Mistress Weebit. It is wonderful to see you being more than a shadow of yourself. I will look forward to seeing you later."

He rises and bows. "I take my leave. I will see thee anon, My Friends."

Keon slips from the room, and Weebit struggles to rise. Twillon offers a finger and she pants as she finds her feet. "Did you find..."

"Are you sure about this?" She nods. "Ok, so let's see about getting you something you can stand to wear."