Amidst the quiet of the night sky, Phoebe and Seth waited outside the Coven of Solace.
The cold air from the building kept the silence sharp and tense.
Seth did not feel intense worry, but a steady concern lingered in his mind.
Phoebe's mother and sister were the first people in this strange new world who had shown him simple, unasked-for kindness.
Letting them die to some supernatural curse wasn't something he could just ignore.
Neither of them spoke.
The anxiety on Phoebe's face was clear, though she was trying hard to hide it behind an expressionless facade.
Seth, on the other hand, was calmly analyzing the situation and running scenarios in his head.
He broke the silence between them first as he spoke up.
"The coven will definitely investigate. They'll ask us questions about how your mom and sister got sick."
Phoebe turned to him slowly.
Seth's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calm that steadied the air around them.
