Flandre managed to keep still, for the most part. One of her wingtips twitched, but the rest of her was alert, anxiousness wound up into wires in her chest.

This couldn't be all that was here. They could just grab him and go and be back before the moon dropped.

She looked past Shaw, glanced up at the ceiling, and all around into the dim corners of the room where her eyes could peel away the dark.