Mermaid knew something was amiss.

She felt Loki’s absence like a dull ache in the back of her mind bidding her to follow, one she continued to vehemently scorn. This was something she felt, she ignored, she'd been ignoring. Maybe the memories, the spirit of something more, was trying to tell her something.
Freya had been nursing wounds, that much Mermaid had known. But her scent - it shouldn't have been stale, rubbed away by the wind. Their Queen should be here. Their Queen should be calling a meeting, Mermaid thought vehemently.

Why wasnt she?

Mermaid wasn't far behind Cedar. He'd gained another tick, but at least the girl hadn't brought sickness and disease into the Demeni; her presence was tolerated in the way all the other children were, and Mermaid remained a fixture of the garden more than a member helping tend it.

She hovered behind Cedar, uncomfortable. She only came at all because he had, the urge to ignore a different summons all too real. What did Tyr want? He sounded...

Sad?

Uncertainty coiled in Mermaid's gut.