Eleanor studies my face with unnatural intensity, stepping a little too close. "You look a little exhausted."
"Oh... okay." Brilliant comeback, Ava. I'm really nailing this Luna-witch-leader thing today.
"Is there anything I can do? I want to help—anything, really." Her words tumble out in breathless eagerness, as she clutches her journal to her chest. She's never without the thing.
I blink, caught off guard by how quickly she's inserted herself into the situation. There's nothing malicious in the offer—just the opposite—but something about the way she stares at me makes me feel cornered. Like I've become the central exhibit in her paranormal research project.
"Take a breath first," I tell her, keeping my voice kind but firm. "Get used to this place. I'll have Magister Orion loop you in once things calm down."
