Ankyra Sound Marigold

Riordan's gaze darkened as Reverie stepped into the water, the saltwater lapping at her legs and mixing with the blood trickling down them. He wondered how much she really understood about what was happening, but he could also see that she was not as weak as he'd initially thought. There was much fear and uncertainty in her, but also something else, a fierce determination and a challenge in her eyes.

"You're sick," his voice hardened again, "Reverie, do you have any idea what you've done to yourself?"

He didn't wait for her to answer before turning to walk away, leaving heavy footprints in the sand behind him. He could feel her eyes on him, and knew they would be full of questions, but he couldn't deal with them right now. There was work to be done.

"Nevermind. I'll take care of it," he called over his shoulder as he strode away from her, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on his mind. He didn't look back, but he knew that he would need to return soon with an explanation.