Robin & Ada
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The Wild Hunt, and the Garden. It was only thing Ada had cared about in the initial fallout of all that chaos. While Night may have been allied to them, they had a capable general of their own, and she would not waste the resources at their disposal on those who would barely benefit. A military advisor was nothing if not adaptable after all, and a need to think on her feet in the short term had at least allowed her to flex those old muscles usually reserved for battlefields.
Orders had been set in motion. Warriors working as cohesive units in a verity of tasks while the Courts still fought over their old wounds, ignoring the very real threat the resistance possessed entirely. Ada would be the last to deny the appeal of a good fight, but she was not so foolish. A swift and sharp retribution when so many had anger clouding their judgement would not bode well, and it was Night they had targeted -- If anything, she would wait on their response, and aid if needed. The lupine fae had been conversing with a handful of scouts when Robin came into view. The easy familiarity that accompanied the huntress was no small thing, and Ada found herself pulled to the sense of brief respite she possessed. “Well this is a welcome surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure, darling?”