Khalida goes to the cabins to wash up and she crosses the archery range to go to the Pegasus stables, a small black notebook in hand. A page where she had sketched centaurs based off of Chiron and taken notes is dog-eared as her last entry. She’s not really paying attention, humming Freaking Me Out by Ava Max. 

Sorcha stares into the distance as she takes the mead. She downs the glass, tilting her head back a little, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She sighs. “You tell anyone about any of this and the wolves will pay you another visit,” she glances up at him, rubbing at the darkening circles under her eyes.