Stone Circle take a stab

What the fuck, Fig?

How did Phox know to come here? Had Fig sent for him? Was it too much to ask for a little heads up? Fever climbed up into her ears and not the good kind. Suddenly she was panicking about being seen by Fig’s father as some impulsive fling that his son was dealing with the consequences of.

And was that not the truth?

She wilts a little in shame, curtailing her gaze upon the man for dread of his judgment. If she had been modestly impressive before she certainly didn’t feel it now. And what would he make of her with his son?

“He is here. I’ll take you to him,” she lifts into a step. There is only one place he would be: in the den they shared, with the children they’d made because they hadn’t found an ounce of restraint- which they now had to admit to his father.