He was right. She realized what she said was confusing because she had meant to imply that he should return to the female tending Erebus’ wounds, Perhaps her mind was a little more focused on him than he’d like to admit. Instead of clarifying her words though, she simply smiled at the sword wielder and told him, “<b>I’ll be up in a moment.</b>”<br/><br/>Loretta would take more than a moment though. After he disappeared into the tavern, she traced the perimeter of the building. Her blood was still boiling from the imp’s rude interruption. It was a selfish act; she didn’t spill the beans about its presence even while she had spent the evening inside. Her thoughts were selfish too, though, because in reality, the imp owed her nothing and technically didn’t do anything wrong. There was no moral code that they abided by and it had every reason to take advantage of the situation. She was getting worked up over nothing. She shouldn’t have even cared that her companion was injured, but some reason, she did.<br/><br/>Still, she didn’t care enough to return to rush to Erebus’ side, even after she had heard her nickname bellowed.<i>Good thing that isn’t my name,</i>she thought to herself smugly as she stared in the direction of his voice. If her eyes could see through walls, she would have been staring straight at him. With less glamour layered over them than usual, her hazel eyes looked flat and empty. They lacked depth and emotion, as did the rest of her expression, as she continued to slowly make her way around the outside of the tavern.<br/><br/>It could’ve taken hours, but once her anger passed she returned to the spot she and Erebus had been standing and retrieved the fabric that scattered along the ground. His transformation had been quick, as was evident by the way his clothing burst at its seams. He carried little else so these clothes would have to be repaired for reuse. Now in a better mood, she smiled slightly, as she raked her brain for the last time she had used a thread and needle. She couldn’t have predicted this is how her night would end and next morning would start.