WHO: Jon and Numair WHAT: A meeting of sorts WHERE: By the lake
Numair had still not given up on his quest to release them from this strange world. But he wasn't getting anywhere, really. But he couldn't just let his Gift go to pot, either. He'd excused himself from Daine and gone to sit on the lake shore, eyes sliding shut as his breathing deepened. Meditation was always a good thing.
Breathing evenly, he didn't even notice another person's arrival.