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By the time Nyx returned, Marcus had drunk both their glasses and was refilling them as he sat comfortably on the couch, waiting for her. She sighed as she locked the door behind her and walked around the sofa, instantly picking up the glass he filled and chugging down the drink before handing it back to him to fill. She pulled his hoody off and slumped down next to him, and watched the flickering flames of the small fireplace across from them. 

"Are you going to tell me what happened, or will you just stare mysteriously into the flames brooding all night?" Marcus asked as he handed her another drink. She didn't seem as bad as earlier, but maybe that was because she'd seen Camilla and still wore a blank expression she wore only for her mother. But from his words, she snapped out of it, and her cold, distant expression crumbled into the girl he knew behind the mask.