Anya is given a choice

“How is he?” Vincent smiled as his wife walked in through the door having not seen her since she’d gone to tend to her father.

“He’s better I did what you suggested, just a few drops at a time… just until he seemed over the worst of it…. He’ll even still have a scar”

“That’s good” Vincent nodded, leaning down so she could kiss him on the cheek “The less obvious the better”

“How have you been?” she asked seeming to sense there was something wrong, her eye’s suddenly full of worry and so they should be.

“They came” he admitted, “But we knew they would”

“The council?”

Dealing with the Consequences Later

“Are you angry with me?” Vincent asked, when they reached the house. She’d been quiet the whole way home. Shaking her head she tried desperately to understand, he could help him.  One tiny little thing and her husband could make it all go away.  “Please try to understand” he urged. “It’s not our way”

“You’ve helped others” she reasoned, “You said yourself that war was coming, the hunters are not going to stay quiet for long. Don’t you think my father could help?”

“Anya it’s not that simple”

Vincent Deal’s With The Capadocian’s

Vincent walked into Anya’s chambers; she was stood by the window gazing out into the darkness undoubtedly waiting for him.

He smiled she was starting the show… perhaps not to human eye’s but he could see that while her old gowns still fit her they the gathered and bunched sitting awkwardly on the slight bump.

However his smiled quickly faded, when he saw the look on her face. “What’s the matter?” he asked wrapping his arms around her and allowing her to rest her head upon the crook of his shoulder.