[color=f49ac2]“Oh... right. Of course. Silly me.”[/color] Iris winced forgetting they were in a safe house, it made sense of course she just could go out for fresh air no matter how stifling it felt inside. It wasn’t going to be an ideal conversation that he was going to have, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty as she was to blame for everything. It seemed Cas was probably the only one who wanted her around right now, the princess of course would want nothing more than to see the back of her. Jacob probably now hated her too, and it was her fault as she had been stupid.  

Watching as Cas slowly left to have that difficult conversation, she found herself uncomfortable on the sofa once more. It was hard trying to ignore the sideway glances she could feel, or the whispers she could hear happening. Going out for fresh air sounded more appealing by the minute so she could escape all these glances, but she knew there would be no chance and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself.  

Clearing her throat, she rose to her feet with her head held high as she decided to make a trip to the kitchen, ignoring the looks thrown her way as she got herself a glass of water lost in her own world as a voice she recognised was heard in the distance.  

“All secure, I figure not too much longer hauled up in this safe house.” Harry had entered the building, relaying information from the investigation that had been happening at the palace only to stop and hesitate as he could have sworn, he’d seen a ghost. Shaking it off quickly he approached the girl in the kitchen to get a better look only to see it truly was her. Iris. The rebel he had guarded in the hospital. The rebel he had seen dead, he couldn’t feel a pulse and Jacob confirmed she was dead? Yet, here she stood. In the safe house of all places. “[i]Iris?[/i] Is that really you? Jeez, it really is. What the hell. I thought you were dead?”  

Eyeing up the girl as he could barely believe she was stood before him alive, he remembered seeing that broken body, blood on the floor. The pale deathly skin and he had remembered checking for a pulse, he couldn’t find one. Though thinking back on it he had questioned the judgement, but it was unlike Jacob to make a mistake too. “How?” Asking the question without hesitation because he couldn’t understand.  

[color=f49ac2]“It’s eh... a long story.”[/color] Iris cringed a little, not sure if she should be telling him as well as it wasn’t public knowledge and what if Cas didn’t want anyone to know? Wondering just how he would want that kind of news handled she decided for now it was best to keep quiet about it, just in case he didn’t want people knowing Jacob had harboured her all this time. [color=f49ac2]“It’s good to see you?”[/color] Trying to be polite, she felt a little awkward especially as the last time they had seen each other hand been when she was in hospital and he was guarding her as a prisoner. She had no clue he had been there at the rescue attempt.