once you're in, you're in

Letha No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber Until I realize that it was you who held me under As she was greeted the woman reached out to return the handshake. She looked over to the man, introduced to her as Neron, and nodded. It was polite, but quiet. She did not have much to say, but everything still to learn. Wessex was the one who had called them, which meant that she had more answers than what she had already been given. Quickly, though, another Ascended joins them. The dark woman turned to watch the flamboyant, shifting creature--she could only call it that, she did not have a name for it otherwise--bound toward Wessex. Letha felt her eyebrows furrow and knit themselves together, and her jaw harden some. She could not help but look toward Neron from the corner of her eye, waiting to see how he responded. However, before Letha could decide her feelings about the newness of it all, they were moving. She followed, carefully and quietly, until they were addressed again. The only answer she had was that she didn't know. She listened to the other two as they responded to Wessex, but Letha just shook her head lightly. Amun nor Samuel had covered the details of whatever Longnight was with her--she hadn't asked. She did not know to ask.