Derya had just finished putting on her nightdress when Andor entered the room, looking tired.
"Long day?" she asked, rubbing lotion into her hands that Ninive concocted for her.
"You can say that. The chaos magic is spreading, people are becoming uneasy, and I am finding it harder to provide explanations. The Commander has also warned me that rumors are spreading that Bailey is responsible for these occurrences," he revealed almost reluctantly, undressing and washing his face in the basin.
She turned toward him, a hollow forming in the pit of her stomach.
"In their eyes, she is the only magical creature they are aware of, and it is only human to blame her," she said, closing the bottle and wondering how they could possibly divert the attention from the tri-ling.