She returned Maddox’s smile, pleased that he should be so cooperative in their newfound partnership. She sat patiently behind Isola as they waited for Glorall’s response to their greeting party, spending the time as purposefully as she could; from where they sat, she took in everything in sight. It was a vastly different landscape beyond the rocky outlands: their sight was barred some distance ahead by thick trees and heavy foliage – fast-moving water ran somewhere nearby. As the time passed she flicked her ears to and fro, taking in whatever sounds the territory offered her, be they ambient or threatening. She was working, after all, and her job wasn’t one to be taken lightly.

Their trio wasn’t alone for long. From the trees came Tesseract, moving surely and swiftly to meet them. Fathom had never seen him before, and so she remained placid, polite, as was her nature, returning his nod of acknowledgement with a nod and a smile of her own. From there, it was up to Isola how the encounter continued, and she had her personal guard at her back should it dissolve. She didn’t know Isola’s past with Tesseract, of course, and so remained wary of him; but he’d come alone, and seemed a pleasant enough creature. She would be patient and allow him his piece before passing judgment.