The breaking and entering, however, still brought the question of why to the forefront of the younger ascended's mind. What information did Wessex need that required such sneaky, dark action? What was happening that the ascended demi-goddess could not simply ask? Of course, all of these questions stemmed from Letha's ignorance. Being so new in this world, starting relationships from seeds, left out an entire lifetime's worth if information. She did not really know Wessex, or her story, but simply let herself latch onto trust for the woman because Letha had been brought into the family by their goddess.
When asked if she needed another moment for composure, the dark-haired woman simply shook her head. She would go wherever Wessex wanted to talk about what was happening. Her own nose wrinkled at the stark, sharp smell of the alley they stood in. She lifted her hand to gesture that they could move, but her eyes did not let go of her question--she wanted to know exactly what Wessex was looking for and why.
