Eleanor paced around the chamber, worry coursing through her veins like never before. Rubbing the back of her neck, her eyes drifted to the bed where Thea tended to the unconscious Atlan with full focus.
With a deep sigh, she stepped onto the inn's balcony, looking out at the night sky. The first hints of sunrise were creeping over the horizon and her heart skipped a beat.
"Thea?" She called, quickly returning to the chamber. "Do you think... Ares is okay or am I overthinking?"
"El, you're exhausting yourself," Thea stared at her, smiling gently. "I'm sure Ares is fine."
Eleanor clamped her lips shut, her heart beating slowly. "I know he will be," she said, her voice heavy. "I just find it odd..." Her fingers delved into her hair, a gesture of quaking relief, now that she'd changed out of her heavy ball dress.
"He hasn't come to find me yet," Her brow furrowed.
