Round 2

Jeane's voice cuts through the tension like a knife, her crimson eyes fixed on Hera with an intensity that makes the younger woman take an involuntary step back. Enough. You're here because you chose to be. She moves closer, her dark leather wings shifting slightly as she advances. Sit. Down. Now. It's not a request.

Silra watches the exchange unfold, her teal eyes darting between Hera and Jeane. She knows better than to interfere when their leader has that look in her eye—it usually means someone's about to learn a hard lesson. Her hand drifts casually towards the hidden compartment where they keep the special toys, just in case things get... complicated.

Hera stares at Jeane for a long moment, her jaw clenched and her fists balled at her sides. But then she notices Silra's subtle gesture—the nod towards the hidden compartment—and something clicks into place. She remembers the strange dreams, the hazy memories of doing things she can't quite recall. A cold dread settles in her stomach as she realizes she might not have been in control last night after all.

Abby watches the confrontation with wide, frightened eyes, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. When Silra approaches, she flinches slightly but forces a smile. H-hello again, Silra. I was just... showing Julia around.