i took it all for the chase

Ignita had roused briefly when he left then slipped back into dreams until she heard his familiar knock. She was still easily awoken by the noise, ready to jump to his call, but she blinked and remembered who she was now.
Why was he knocking?
"I am now." She replied, her voice still laden with sleep but carried her typical sunny tone. She sat up from beneath the furs, blinking away the sleep. She saw his titanic silhouette against the door frame, it was still dark outside. She furrowed her brow and tilted her head as he walked in, confused until a stranger followed him.

Ignita's pose and demeanor changed as she caught sight and smell of the stranger. If this were the market, in the daytime, or somewhere outside of the Col she would be friendly and warm. This was not those circumstances. This was the Warlord bringing in a strange tall fae into their den, in the middle of the night.

Was their fight a day ago enough for him to discard her already, in the face of his promises? Her face fell from amorously tired to flat and still-faced, her mind seeking the meditative flow of serenity to calm her nerves. Her golden sunshine eyes met the fae's and quickly shifted to take in the rest of her. She noted how she carried herself like an elegant warrior. A fighter. Ignita was neither elegant nor strong in her own eyes. Her gaze dashed to Basilisk as he neared her, a shimmering question. This observation was all at rapid flash fire speed.

"Hello," She hastily trained her tone to coldly curious as she trained her gaze back from the warlord to the woman, then back again,"Is this... a new songbird, my Love?" She asked carefully. It could be the only reason he was here, but why show her... now in the middle of the night?