Tinuv leaned against a wall, putting a little distance between herself and the others. A long black dress made her seem little more than a shadow in the darkness.
After all, it's what she was.

She hadn't had time to work a glamoury over her appearance, and she was no longer strong enough to recreate her monstrous little pet. Only the lack of visibility hid her five-month pregnant form from sight.

Her dead grey eyes scrutinized Hex as she spoke. She did wonder exactly how the enthusiastic witch's plan had turned out, but as she'd been indisposed dealing with her own sudden loss of power, she had yet to weasel out the answer.

As to the game, she hardly cared. She knew she hadn't lost, although her part could have gone a little more smoothly.

There was no point in speaking just yet. The role of silent observer was familiar and comfortable.