Room 218, Thursday Afternoon

[glacial_witch]

There was a letter for Karla in the mail today. It bore the SaDiablo seal and was from Dhemlan, but just holding it filled Karla with foreboding. Even the feel of the fine linen paper under her fingers gave her a chill, like a cold, dead wind was blowing through her

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[momslilassassin]

Ben, aside from his weekly spar with his grandfather, had a day light on responsibility on Thursdays, which was why he'd been meditating in his room when Karla's change in emotion registered for him.

He was down the hallway in record time. "Karla?" he said softly from the doorway. "May I come in?"

[glacial_witch]

Words. There were words being spoken. She knew words. She even recognized the voice, though dredging up the who might take another minute. She kind of nodded at the words, not even entirely sure what they meant, just hoping to find another anchor besides the piece of paper Mini-Morton had picked up.

"Ben?" More a question than anything else.

[momslilassassin]

Ben immediately moved into the room to hug her. What's wrong? he asked silently.

[glacial_witch]

*I'm being foolish, of course.* The calmness in her mental voice might have been reassuring if it wasn't just so--blank. Neutral. Like a mist hiding treachery within. *It's a logical move if nothing else. I haven't been seen in over a year. Why shouldn't he say that?*