Killian sensed the presence of a group of powerful darklings ahead of them one night. He asked Lorcan and Asra to accompany him while the women were left behind, ensuring their safety. The Night King glanced at Amelia, who easily understood his unspoken request. She nodded in agreement, knowing that her skills would be valuable in protecting the Iris while Killian was gone.
"Is everything alright, Melia?" Chrysanthe asked when Killian, Lorcan, and Asra were gone, leaving them in camp at the foot of the mountain, where only a few humans or darklings ventured.
Amelia smiled reassuringly at Chrysanthe, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Everything is under control, Chrys," she replied confidently. "There's nothing to worry about."
"Iris?" Chrysanthe turned to her other friend for assurance. Because she was the sole human in their group, her senses weren't as heightened as the others, but she trusted Iris's judgment. Iris nodded, her expression calm.
