Altar of Twilight if you do not know which way to go

Aerenys was following alongside Eldritch, head bowed against the light snow but her gaze lifted to light upon the sight of Eldritch's sleek form melting away -- towards the fallen blip of a body on the horizon, a paler silhouette looming over it. Her ears pricked curiously as she trotted after her partner, Aphelion slithering and tightening in response -- as if perhaps he could sense the way her shoulders drew up a little protectively, uncertain of southerners but vaguely concerned that the fallen wolf had been injured by Mehrunes' wrath.

She lingered just a step or two behind the Nightwish, mismatched Melonii gaze peering wordlessly across at the wren-pelted fae -- head lowered in cautious neutrality, watching for any sign of aggression from the other woman. If they needed help, the caplata would offer it; the dark boy would not be the first customer who had been unable to pay for the vodou queen's services. If she reacted violently or turned them away, then Mati -- who had gone silent as was her default in the presence of most strangers -- would go without argument or hesitation.