Never Too Late

[Nox]

Nightmares plagued him. They always did. Wasn't a big deal. They felt different this time.

The next Nox woke he felt a presence sitting at the far end of the room. He cracked an eye to see the scowling face of Oriena relaxed in the chair. A dark shadowed figure slunk in the shadows behind her as he blinked the light away.

He didn't get a chance to say anything before someone came in the door. Nox didn't recognize the voice and turning his head was almost as difficult as getting up had been.

Oriena answered gruffly. She appeared to be expecting him. He'd seen enough images of the night Aria had fallen to the Atharim. The night the Ascendancy had been gravely injured. Of Jensen James himself. He must be fully bad if someone called for a healer. Though he didn't think the Ascendancy cared as much. And it wouldn't be past Sage to have sent a stranger for some strange reason.

"Did Wicked send a gift?" A second gift, Oriena would hate to be thought of as a gift. He didn't want to bring light or attention to his words he said when he saw her in the flames. He'd been grateful to see her. Oriena was a damn fine friend but he'd never tell her that.

"Ori, do you know where my wallet got off to? I'd like to call Wicked."