Ethan sighed inwardly, his mind racing despite his calm outward demeanor. The sight of Lamair's body, suspended in its strange liminal state between life and death, filled him with dread and urgency. He knew he couldn't afford to waste time. But first, he had to handle the situation with Lisa—Pisces—and the other new developments swirling around him.
'I didn't know the Grove could rain beauties,' Ethan teased telepathically, though his words echoed to everyone in the group.
Lisa's face, already flushed from earlier, turned impossibly red. She buried her face into his chest, utterly unable to respond. "I... ugh!" she stammered, wishing she could melt into the ground—or perhaps freeze the ground instead.
Ethan chuckled inwardly but didn't push further. His expression shifted to something more serious as he continued telepathically, his golden eyes studying her closely.
'You look familiar... Are you, perhaps, his sister? The Zodiac?'
