His crystalline eyes observed the area. Clearly, they weren't in Northaven anymore, but that begged the question of where the fuck were they? That wasn't a question that would be answered any time soon, so he decided to put it from his mind. Kalt adjusted his grip on the girl who had stirred in his arms. "Papa?" Theea mumbled into his shirt.
"Keep quiet, star," he said, bringing his hood over his head as he adjusted his pack over his shoulder and accounted for the weapons hidden over his body.
He took easy breaths, approaching the gathering crowd of Northaveners all trying to figure out where they were. He recognized a few familiar faces, including the Launceleyns, but the one he centered on was Ashetta and her mother. A flash of red blurred his vision then.
Kalt stayed off to the side, his eyes burning with intensity as Northwind's two most elite assassins stood so near each other without a hint of recognition from the Assassin in Blue. He could've been outraged at that fact alone.
Everyone gathered, and he joined them, keeping his face out of view of Ashe. Those who knew him knew him as Count Stefan Westbourne, an upstanding Veteris supporter with his toddler daughter, all he had left of his dead wife. Of course it was a lie, but they didn't need to know that just yet.
Some were gathered around the former captain, some were on the verge of panic... It didn't matter to him. He was focused on the girl in his arms, and the woman who escaped him over a year ago.
