She felt his calm. Sensed it in a way Rhiannon didn't understand, the way she sensed the approach of a demon, or that a bad thing was going to happen. It defied explanation, and it couldn't be called upon on demand. It simply was.

And his calm irritated her beyond the telling of it.

She rolled her eyes and turned around to shove with moderate strength at his shoulder.

"Jesus, doesn't anything freak you out?" Her voice was magnified in the cavern behind him. "This," she gestured back and forth between them, "This doesn't-- Cian!"