Nyx stirred for the first time since the observer had come for her request. She blinked, then closed her eyes. After a few seconds, the flew open again. She took a second, a clone stepping out of the surrounding shadows to take her place, and she turned.
"Why has he come back?" She asked herself. She thought about who was still able to help her if things turned bad, and remembered an old friend.
"I hope she still remembers me." She chuckled, and pulled up her hood, shadows cast upon her face once again. The last time she had seen her friend, she was still hading under her shadows. She might be easier to recognize like this. With a surge of shadows, she vanished.