so much is still unknown

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster No, they don’t belong here; but they can get out without being caught. What do we do? Letha asks, and maybe she can see the tiny smile on Wessex’s face as she finishes pushing the book back into place. Offering up her other hand to the girl, the demigod is calm and confident, as she waits for it to be taken, perhaps encouraging her with a nod if there’s hesitation or paralysis due to fear of being caught. We disappear, she says to Letha, as if the answer were obvious and to be expected. Brace yourself, it might feel disorienting. Or so she’s heard, primarily from Loki’s experience with teleporting. Assuming that the younger woman takes her hand, Wessex will teleport them to a couple of blocks away, dropping them down into the shadows of an alley, where a drunk man snores in liquor-induced slumber. When the shopkeeper comes into the space below, hot on the tail of their sudden evaporation, he’ll find only a window ajar and some papers blowing across the floor. Nobody in sight. He must have been imagining things. As for the two of them, Wessex is prepared to steady the girl if she feels any sensory upheaval. Otherwise, she’ll simply wait and see what Letha has to say… about all of that.