Tes's shoulders stiffened and she was suddenly standing much taller with discomfort. As quickly as the nervousness showed on her face, it was gone, replaced by her signature lazy smile. She clamped a hand down on Demitrius's shoulder, but she looked fondly at Eun.

"I'm fine. I tend to get that look on my face occasional, 'happens whenever I pop my back." Tes winked at the much shorter girl and gave a little sly grin. "Let's head out. I'm dying to taste the Regas home cooking." She admitted. Her eyes, still partially shaded by the sunglasses, drifted back to where Circe had disappeared to. Her warning settled uneasily in her stomach but she ignored it. Surely it was only benevolence the gods held when invoked for the right reasons. A sacrifice was made. Something was claimed. [i]Invoking was just like a business transaction.[/i] Nothing more. Right?

[i]Still...[/i] Tes clicked her tongue a bit unhappily as her easy grin faltered for a moment. She shook her head, mostly to clear her thoughts. "Let's split. We're starting a crowd. Lead the way, Dem'." Tes jerked her thumb in the direction of a few American tourists who had spotted the witch and the tiny gathering.