Whether or not his motives were pure, Foxglove followed at a swift pace. The spectacle awaiting him in the next room made him flush. He kept his eyes forward, taking care not to let his gaze linger too long on any of the couplings, no matter how much he might have wanted to. He scurried after Annie, his head high and his cheeks even darker than usual. He felt eyes staring at him with a mixture of interest and apprehension, but he might have been imagining it.<br/><br/>When they reached Annie's room, Foxglove took a deep breath, trying to refocus. He entered the room without waiting for permission, although he was careful not to touch anything. He examined the room, the bed, the basin, the open window with Saeko perched like a bird, and finally, the empty crib. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but anything vile enough to steal a baby was not something he wanted to meet face to face. He wondered if something so evil would leave a lingering sense of wickedness in the air.<br/><br/>Arcana: 17