Winter purses her lips. “I’m not too skilled with magic, but yeah, I can get to them. Will I be able to just think of them and portal there?” She asks. “And does this expected prophecy have something to do with that odd chill I got earlier? Did you get that too? The demigods don’t have their memories yet... do they?” Winter goes on, careful to only show enough emotion to stay humanlike, but not too much. Never too much. 

Ivy rolls over in her sleep, moaning softly. Her red hair is sprayed around her head, the top of her sleeveless blouse is tugged down a little by the sheets and blankets.