|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf - ALSO Robin the Bubble Magician and Mark Frost)
Mark and Marea were still talking softly together, though his wings were no longer in evidence, when Ynarra appeared from the direction of the staircase. She wore a pink rose in her hair and kept a sharp watch on the weeping woman walking listlessly a step ahead of her; this could only be the Traitor, and from the close family resemblance, puffy eyes not withstanding, she also had to be Ynarra's sister. Belandvyn, Tylyr, and Robin immediately quit the complex Fae guessing game they were playing, and went to surround the pair of Witches. Marea and Mark were only a tiny bit behind them, as the young Mistress had helped the man to his feet.
Everyone wanted to speak at once, but Ynarra's expression was daunting, so only her granddaughter broke the silence. "Gran? Are you... all right?" Marea asked, not referring purely to her health.