Aithne: Time

Tonight.

It was the first time anyone had put a time on it, and she found it oddly comforting. She gave a breathy sort of chuckle. Only a few more hours. Just a few more.

She regarded the Guttersnipe, dressed gaily, defiantly. Her head would be unbowed, no matter what happened. Aithne was not sure hers would be as strong. She gripped the table upon which the documents were scattered, as if to gather strength from the two with her.

Her head began to ache dully, and she wondered how long before it would get bad.

"Well then." She rubbed her forehead, eyes closed. "What now?"