Maura appeared in her old living room, "Hey, Evelyn." The puff of black smoke and the faint scent of sulfur filling the room. Oh, how she missed her freedom! Even if she couldn't really call her choice imprisonment. Shobref doesn't exactly treat her like some of the others.
Evelyn turned as she heard her friend, she smiled. Whether Maura wanted to admit it or not, whatever was happening with the Djin, was actually benefitting her. She almost felt terrible about what she needed to speak with her friend for. It did seem rather trivial.
"So what's wrong?" Maura asked, her concern was rising the longer Evelyn remained silent. The upset in Evelyn's mind was palpable to the witch.
"Well, let's start with the good news," she said as she remembered what was going on back home.
