She heard the word bleeding through the walls and Mag halted instantly. "Er-ik" Mag sang, tilting her head. She stood in the hallway with but a few doors between she and him and she did not know. "Er-ik," Mag sang again.
Turning around, the empty hallway from which she had come greeted her with but shadow. This was not her place to explore and intrude upon. Her next breath was a snap of French in reply, "Where are you, Erik?" The words left her tongue in a sweet song, glancing about the hallways again.
Another soft turn and she beheld the vacant foyer before her. A step, and another and she was moving onward, trying to find the source of the voice.