Ronan was in Gansey's face fast enough that a flash of annoyance seized him. He hadn't seen Ronan in weeks; it figured that this would be the kind of greeting he'd get on the other side. Ronan had given his blessing on the trip, provided their getaway car, but of course he was upset Gansey had left. He'd created and destroyed an entire magic forest and still nothing had changed.

Upon further (silent) inspection, Gansey saw another Ronan. Not just lost or abandoned but scared. Gansey's line of a mouth took a new shape. This was a Ronan Gansey had hoped he'd never have to see again.

"Lynch." His tone said look at me. No, see me. And then, as if accused, he embellished: "I don't know what's going on here. I don't know where I am." Some panic crept back in, something he loathed and something he needed to survive.

"What is going on?" He could see it as a challenge, if he liked. It wasn't a command but it had the potential to be. Gansey needed answers and he preferred them sooner than later.