It wouldn't be long before she could collapse onto the makeshift bed in her little cave room. At this point, she didn't care that it was nowhere near as comfy as her own bed; she just wanted to rest her eyes. Faen and Faedra ambled down the tunnel to the main cave, neither in any great hurry to get there, as both were enjoying the peace in the darkness of the tunnel. As they neared the end of the tunnel, Jocelyn's distraught voice bounced off the walls and echoed through the darkness. It was quickly followed by a rabble of other voices joining the foray. “Ugh. What now?” Faedra groaned as she and Faen picked up their pace. Faedra noticed her ring heating up again, too. She looked down at it to see the symbols glowing in the dark tunnel. This wasn't the first time either, but she'd expected it to heat up when they were in the castle. That place had been full of danger, but here, where it was supposed to be safe, this was not a good sign. Faedra was expecting to hear joyful voices and feel joy and happiness at the return of their Lady Allora.
