She pressed her hands against her eyes, because she couldn't talk in her daughter's room. Ella could wake up. She rubbed at her eyes and rose. She opened the door, half surprised to find Michael.
She closed Ella's door behind her and leaned against it. "I have to deal with this in my own way. I want you to be happy, most of all. And safe I can find protection at my side. Just, look Patrick. I'll go and find my father. He's just fond of us enough he may help. I have to talk to Hermes anyway."