There were no 'easy' friendships with Phaedra. Lindsey'd come the closest to winning her over from the start, but even that had been rocky.
She sat when asked to, soundlessly, and folded her pale hands together on top of the table.
So you got stuck here too, huh?
A noise that was close to a rattle started in her ribs and made its way to her mouth. It was almost a hiss.
"Unfortunately."
Phaedra was viewing the entire situation as being in some kind of cage; she hadn't wanted to come here, it was a violation. And yet here she was. Without Harry.
Without Lindsey.
With some weirdo faery thing calling her pet names when she woke up.