haunted by the ghost of you

Archon could almost see the woman forming a plan in her head and his smile deepened. Eventually she claimed that she, unlike her brother, was more of a subtle type. Archon chewed the inside of his cheek while he listened, wondering what on earth she could be coming up with. Still, Archon knew that almost any sign of distress could work against the soft wolves of Abaven, so he wasn't particularly worried.

With a sharp smile, Archon nodded curtly. He was curious about her plan, but also felt like Deathbelle needed the space to act of her own accord. They were partners at this point, so it wasn't in the scope of Archon's position to be dictating what she did or how she did it.

"I'll leave it to you, then," Archon said. "If you succeed, or if you need to reconvene, I will be here."