Jemma was beginning to worry. So much so, the count had expressed concern that she would ware a hole in the hallway floor with all her pacing. Two days had passed since Midwinter's Day when she had last seen Liron. What was worse, she had looked everywhere for the young foxman. There wasn't a trace of him anywhere; not in his preferred hangouts, not in his emergency hiding spots, not with any of the guys, and it was upsettingly obvious his bed had gone untouched for days.
"Oh, good afternoon Miss," an unexpected voice startled her. "It was Jemma, right? Miss Ellie told me of you, but I believe this is the first time we've met in person. I'm Raphael Bright by the way. I probably should have lead with that introduction, huh?"
Jemma could only stare at the seemingly chagrined badger boy, feeling a mite sheepish herself. Apparently she'd been so consumed by the suffocating sensation building up in her chest that she hadn't noticed Raphael approaching.
