Lacey
"Tiphon," she greets him evenly, too tired to find a way to put an amused light in her eyes. She had traveled further than only Ischia, having just barely returned there from a long vacation with Reilly and Badden.
"Nice of you to have returned after all this time."
Her voice was a little sour and she openly looked over him. Just the same as before, then. He'd left without a goodbye, as all men do. She didn't expect him to remember her. Nobody ever remembers her. She was as plain and boring as they get. And, well, he hadn't really liked her all that much before, and maybe that's why she stood straighter, pushing to the lead of her family and raising her stubborn chin. He'd admonished her once for calling out a total twit for rubbing herself all over him like a cat in heat simply because he had been a man of power. She saw through the act and named it for what it was. She wasn't sorry.
He would be on his own this time. Let his fool ego blind him, then. She didn't care so long as it didn't threaten her family's new home.
"We come from Ischia. You used to help lead it, in case you've forgotten us." Fine, so she was a little bitter. But they were not leaving until Ischia was safe once again.
"We are not sick."
