Maya Bit her lip and stepped back from Mikhael as he pushed himself out of bed, mulling over his dedication to return. Would a year really be enough time for him to learn more about his unique traits? Or would his body fall prey to the already ever-present darkness within? Ezekial nodded and moved to Mikhael's side to help him off the bed. Joshua did the same, with far less enthusiasm. Maya nodded a little later, and headed for the door. But as the Queen was about to reach for the handle, a series of knocks sounded from the other side. She paused, and opened the door to reveal Lillian standing before her, with Lucas and Henry waiting at the foot of the porch's stairs several steps behind her. 

	"Maya, the Caravan is prepped as you've ordered," Lillian barked, clearly just as unhappy with the outcome as Joshua. She, however, was not above making her angst painfully obvious. "Is the brat ready?" Maya narrowed her eyes and turned to Mikhael with a coaxing smile.

	"Ah, perhaps there won't be as much of a wait as I thought.." She mumbled shyly.

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