truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)

The way she jumps is indicative of her mental state. Enderly was clever, far too clever to miss such things, and his silver eyes constantly weighed and calculated. Something ate at her, drew her attention away from things that were more important, like survival. Why, if he was the bad sort he could have torn into her before she even realized she was being bit! It almost made him want to snort but in truth, he wanted to grin. Because of her inattention he now had the perfect opening for the mischief he was planning. He should thank her really because she would offer him the kind of fodder he had been craving for with ease. He can see if in her yellow eyes as they spin to him, wide in startled fright and then recognition. The call, she mentions, and he almost wants to close his eyes because he didn't want Eris to remember that fiasco in which Naamah had arrived to try and bait him. The wicked witch.

But this is his game and he cannot focus on himself, only the story at hand.

A sad, wistful smile graces his lips as he sits down with a mock slowness, as if whatever is on his mind physically weighs his body down. "That was me, yes," he said, not really remembering seeing her. Then again the old poltergeist of his past was there so it wasn't all too surprising that he had missed her. "I.... well, I shouldn't tell you, but I feel like if I don't then it will make things that much worse." He sighed dramatically, ears half back and eyes drooping towards the ground for a moment so they could hide the sheen of excitement before they lifted once more, sorrowful.

"You see I can do this thing where I can see into people. Sometimes it is their future and sometimes it is happening now. And when I saw you... it isn't good." He glanced back at his children with an openly longing expression, playing it up so that if Neverland is watching close enough she could see that he felt so bad to say this to her and in front of his family. In truth his insides are dancing in wicked desire. "You don't have long for this world." The words come out soft and conciliatory. "I can see it in you like a blackness that is spreading from your stomach up to your chest. You are so young. Too young." He gazes at her still with that sad expression. "You must prepare yourself for this end, dear one, and if you have an imprint as well for once you die, they will as well."

Enderly.