Larksong Grotto Decisions To Make, Secrets To Keep

A few weeks ago, nay, days ago, Nova might have said that her thoughts manifested the Cardinal. Now, it was the thought of God that filled her, and it was He who brought Hiram to her. It was a sign to open up, tell him, she hoped. Heart hammering in her throat, the fae turned her black-tinged face as he sat and called for her attentions. The dark man reached out to her, asked her for a favor without disclosing details. For a long moment, she stayed silent and kept her eyes locked onto his. 
          "Is this about Tamborine?"
Her voice shook slightly, but it was not that she was afraid the man would hurt little Tam. It was her loyalty to Warbone and his laws that made her loathe to break a promise to someone who showed her nothing but kindness. She wouldn't go back to the willows, not ever, and that was out of fear for her life. The golden woman was afraid of dying, and even more so afraid of a painful death.
Both of which would happen if Octavia ever found her and knew of her involvement. The Rose was too old now to be fighting, especially weak after the famine. She'd never stand a chance.