A woman in a green dress stepped into the room, carrying a basket of herbs. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, and her turquoise eyes widened slightly upon seeing Calypso standing.
"You should be resting, my lady," she said.
Calypso stared at her, recognition dawning. "Margaret?"
The woman glanced toward the door, then quickly closed it before turning back to Calypso. "It's Margot here," she said in a hushed voice. "But yes, it's me. Thank the gods you remember."
"You came through the gate too! Do you know what happened? Where are the others? Have you seen Xavier?"
Margaret—or Margot—set down her basket and approached Calypso, gently guiding her back to the bed. "Sit before you fall. You're still recovering."
Calypso allowed herself to be led, noticing now the subtle differences in her classmate's appearance. Margaret's hair was styled differently, and her clothes were nothing like what she'd worn at Catalyst, but her eyes and face were unmistakable.
