Digging for answers

[Claude Saint-Clair]

Claude sat up more, trying not to think of the pounding in his head. Something was up. Eliot was trying to put them at ease, and that just made Claude all the more suspicious, but he kept it behind a mask. It was easier to do with the pounding head. At least he could say that he wasn't feeling well, but still. Eliot had been waiting here...in the dark...like some sort of movie villain. Things weren't adding up. Unless he knew about Nora. But he was not here to police. Maybe he was trying to lower their guard.

Pieces started to come together. His strange headache, and even stranger, Nora's reaction. The way she moved to protect him from Laguex. Could it be? Had he used the god powers too. His mind went back to Artskaf. He wondered if Nora had done that. What if he had. Was his headache a symptom of touching the power.

Nora changed her tactics to something more reserved, even offering Eliot tea, but there was an unspoken question in her statement. She was figuring out where Eliot was coming from and what he was doing here. Claude took a drink of his water and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had tried to ignore it, but it was getting worse. Hopefully the painkillers would start to take effect soon. For now, he kept silent, the conversation was between Nora and Eliot. He would listen and be ready in case things went bad.