Oenone had dropped in every day since she had found Paris' body. Had it not been for her, he would have been taken elsewhere and stuck in a morgue. Thanks to Oenone, he didn't wake up in a dark, cramped coffin six feet under. In her mind, he owed her once he was back. Not that she would accept anything from him. She hated Paris and she didn't trust him. She didn't even know why she checked on his body.
There was a very sudden, very strong sense of presence that came over her that told her Paris had returned to his body. She frowned, not really sure what to say or do. She stepped into the bedroom to see him awake and fighting something that wasn't there. She made no move to help him, not did she appear concerned. She just stood there watching until he calmed down.