Irene found herself in front of the slowly dying fireplace of a sitting room that was unoccupied. Although it wasn't that surprising since most of the action still happening in the Auden's estate was closer to the banquet hall, and likely because people were still enjoying drinks.
It was nice to find a place in the beautiful home that truly felt private because her Commander had some explaining to do after what had transpired just before.
Shortly after Sylaron landed in front of them, Henry was forced to tell the dragon he wasn't afraid. Had she been watching? Why had she come to that conclusion? Questions had been rushing through Irene's thoughts.
