Marcos is wide awake when there's a knock at the door. It's been too long since Lorna last checked in with him, and he still hasn't heard the full story about what she found in the volcano. The eruption seems eminent, and he has no idea if their gamble on the Huntress will pay off or doom another village to the same fate as Taravast. He tries to care about all of it, but it's tough not to pour all of his energy into the one person he knows no curse could make him feel apathetic towards. He's convinced that she's the one who will help him stave it off until they come up with a cure.

The bands on his limbs make him slower to answer than he should be, but he knows who will be standing there before he reaches the door. It's nothing he can explain, except that maybe she has a magnetic pull over him. More than once he's wanted to say screw it to the house arrangements just to keep her near, and that resolve returns the moment he sees her standing there.

"Lorna." His voice is tellingly raspy when he looks over her with concern brimming in his eyes, and he steps aside for her to duck in. There's no reason to think she might have been followed by anyone dangerous, but it immediately reminds him of too many times back home and he's eager to get her inside and lock the door behind her. "Are you okay?"