Chéri nodded and added “Maybe she also wanted to be on her way during the day. With that kind of job, on ends up sleeping with the day and working with the night. It’s like being a shadow creature,” it probably sounded quiet sinister, but Chéri did not seem to realise. “You did say you are very lonely.” Chéri pointed out, less delicate than they could have been.

Calliope finished their wine, sprawled on the chaise longue and simply asked “Why?”