“I’m Dellish,” he stated to Faunus then turned to Moira. “But my home is in Firenze. My family is in Firenze. My friends are in Firenze. And I’m sorry, love, but I’ll be going back to Firenze once this business is done.”

Her brows shot together. “Your family is in Firenze?”

“The one that matters,” Faunus put in bitingly. “And they are Firenz.”

Moira glared at Faunus.

Faunus scowled at Moira.

Teddy cast a look to Faunus that communicated he wished him to calm down and then he turned to Moira, reached out and took her hand.

And when he spoke, he did it gently.

“I fear you’re feeling some unease now that we’ve made the Thicket. Now that we’ve made our report. And now that it is coming closer to me leaving.”

“You don’t know anything about what I’m feeling, Tedrey Swensson,” she stated heatedly then jerked her hand away, cast her gaze to the top of the constable’s desk and glared at it.

But Teddy was struck, by her words, her demeanor, the look on her face.

His eyes drifted up, to Saturn, who was studying Moira with not a small amount of attention, and then he turned to look at Faunus, who no longer appeared annoyed, and instead was also studying Moira contemplatively.

Teddy went back to Moira.

“Moira—”

“Fine,” she snapped. “You’re Firenz. I don’t care.”

“I think we need to—”

Her gaze cut to him. “You have missed that I am done talking.”

She then again turned to the desk.

Teddy had little experience with women.

His mother left when he was young, not interested in a life with the husband she chose. So much so, she left her son behind in the leaving, Teddy suspected, because she had deduced that he was not the son she would wish to have.

Then there were his acolytes, but he had not spent much time getting to know them. He just told them what to do and in the now didn’t like to think of them, for he had been vile.

And last there was Nyx, who could have moods, but these were usually explained by something Lorenz or Teddy did that annoyed her.

He had no idea how he’d annoyed Moira, he just knew he had.

“We will talk later, when we find our lodgings for the evening,” he murmured.

Moira just made a noise, nothing more.

The feel of the room was uncomfortable for the surprisingly long time it took for the constable to return.

When he did, his manner had changed from attentive and efficient to deferential.