Daisy had been wrong about Max...Thad...fucking SchizoLock, or whatever his name was, and that scared her. 

She still didn't think the formerly-dead-man-walking was going to hurt Veti -- whatever he/it was, he/it was in love with Veti, and while that was totally gross, it was also sort of a relief -- but it still put her on edge. She'd killed a man, and he'd come back a different man, and she hadn't even noticed. Granted, none of them had really noticed, or not at first. And Daisy had been busy making sure a small handful of their number, namely SchizoLock, the wight, and herself -- didn't get sucked right back down the drain. But still. This was sort of her realm, sort of literally. And she'd missed a big tell. 

So, danger or not, she had to stay. Right? 

Tiny Vamp was cuddled up with Abacus on the other side of the room, giving her a look Daisy preferred not to read too deeply into. Like she'd done Tiny Vamp a favor. As if. They weren't friends, just teammates. Playing doubles. Only instead of tennis, the game was keep-Veti-alive-just-one-more-day. And if MaxThad's appearance was anything to go by, the game would go on. So, Tiny Vamp could keep brooding, and Daisy could keep sulking, and Veti would get to do a little fucking, and life/death would go on. Right? 

Right? 

Except, somehow, Tiny Vamp looked sulkier than usual. And Veti wasn't alone anymore. And Daisy...Daisy couldn't stop shaking, even though she'd hardly touched Death. 

Artie was curled up, asleep, against her chest. LifeBird had done that much right, anyway. For all her perfumed breezes and bullshit, Artie wasn't bleeding anymore, and it hadn't cost Daisy anything. Well. Almost nothing. 

She was about to quietly retreat into her own space two things happened.

One, a decidedly not hipster-wolf wandered out of BossMan Wolf's quarters and immediately commenced being all...wolfy and shit. And while Daisy had never been up on wolf daily news, the newcomer reeked of old age...and maybe a brush with Death. Daisy shivered again as the werewolf made her way to the wight and Old Guy...ducking her head to take a sip out of the latter's tumbler. Daisy would have laughed allowed if she hadn't caught a single word passed between the unlikely trio. 

[i]Ragnarök[/i]

Daisy was almost certain she'd never heard the word -- was it a word? A name? A curse? -- in her life, and yet hearing it made her almost convulse with a violent shiver and gasp for the first time in maybe years. If she'd been holding something (aside from a hellhound), she'd have dropped it, shattered it probably. As it were, Artie yelped quietly and nipped her arm. 

"Sorry..." she muttered distantly. The word had faded. The cold had faded. The shivering...she was beginning to wonder about that. 

Thank God for Henry. 

And his face. And his voice. And his body, sans clothing...

But mostly just Henry. 

Okay, Henry and body. 

He appeared in front of her sort of without her realizing it at all, and it wasn't until Artie wriggled to take the treat out of the proffered hand and dropped to the floor to go find his favorite rubber duckie/manservant, Daisy realized the Siren was there in front of her at all. 

And then she smiled. It was odd, and only sort of forced, but it was better than...

The word echoed in her head, and she quickly shook it free. 

"'Max' removed himself," Daisy said, matter-of-factly, with only a hint of bitterness. "But tell me more about Brazil. I hear clothing is optional, nationwide."