It was the middle of the day...
All seemed to be decently quiet in the days following Jaxxon's departure to visit Nyra.
Eldritch was content to let Pollux handle most of the work, but that never meant the Shepherd wasn't also stepping up in her own ways;
The void-swathed wraith had been in her den, doing a routine rundown of her herbal inventory, when she heard the approach of another. 

Eldritch's attention pulled to her den entrance, bone-silver eyes peering past the tendrils of weeping willow branches...

Miss Eldritch?

Freya.

There was a quiet, unsaid urgency in the air between them, the shadow felt...
Calmly, Eldritch stood and padded from the depths of her den until she stood a decent, unimposing distance from the smaller woman. 
Eldritch's gaze roamed Freya's face and form, taking in subtle cues of body language and expression...

Something was wrong, that much she could discern; 
"What troubles you?" Eldritch asked in her soft way, though the tinge of concern in her usually-detached tone wasn't hard to catch.