[s][/Morwen half stood from her table. She was on the way to order some food. Like everyone in the inn she turned to look at the newcomer. The twin felt her knees go weak. She almost collapsed back into the chair, staring at the table. 

How. 

Why? Why /him/. 

She heard her brother, but didn't quite registered the words. The hypothetical scenarios from earlier dominated her mind. But now it as with the Miraculum. With Bast. Her heart raced at the thought of him and the attention he gave her. They were all unwanted, the flattery, the gifts, the compliments,  and worse the touches. Morwen wrapped her arms Around her stomach, she felt sick. She felt powerless. 

She was snapped from her thoughts, a glimmer of hope rushing through her. The hunter and the scribe. They would help. They had to help. That's what they do. Morwen would play dumb. Bast didn't know Morgen could skinwalk, he didn't know about the hunter. Morwen could do more magic now, there was a chance. Play dumb. 

She jumped when Bast walked over. She gripped her side more, hunching over. Sweetheart. He said it just like he did before. Morwen felt tears gathering in the corner, her skin paled. Remember the hunter. He will help. 

Slowly, Morwen raised her head to look at Bast. She didn't look him in the eyes. His nose would do. "G-g-Go a-away." She croaked in a hushed whisper, tears still in her eyes, "W-We a-are home." Her voice sounded weak, hoarse. Her terror leaked into her voice. She gulped, drawing herself as far away from Bast in her seat.