Hours before, the crimson haired Huntress had been present when Silvia and Anrise were left in Winters care. She hardly could not be, as her lovers home had long since become hers as well... And all therein, family. She’d given the dainty monk room to speak with Kaevia, offering a quiet smile and nod in a spare moment in passing as her contribution to the Priestess presence, along with a knowing look...
It’s that bad, isn’t it?
Now, hours after, with the majority of the household asleep, Halcyona was still awake. She was still in her armor, the garb most commonly associated with this particular Sin’dorei, long after she typically removed it for lighter wear. Many reasons lay behind it, really... Concealment of certain lingering issues of days gone by, mental comfort, and the oddities of Silvermoon itself being key among them.
Tonight was different. Tonight she saw the possibility of a threat making it’s way to their sanctum, no matter the precautions. And so, the armor remained where it was, her explanation to her lover a simple, “When it’s done, I’ll come back to bed, Beautiful... For now, I might need it. I love you, and Aiden, too much to consider comfort for myself right now.”
She’d brought more of her arsenal from storage. Choice pieces particularly useful against Demonic foes. And familiar were such threats, ever since the days she’d followed a Prince through the Dark Portal out of loyalty long since broken.
Making her preparations in a room where none would see the extent save herself, weapons were oiled, loaded, and prepared for immediate use if needs be. As she slid the last titanium tipped, holy water filled round home into the last drum, Haly stared at the object in her hands, quiet for a long moment as she finished the last of her preparations...
It probably won’t happen...
She slid the drum into place, locking the uppermost bolt on the Wolfslayer pattern repeater back, then flipping the safety catch before locking it away
