The longer she looks at the sigil, the more she may begin to notice the dried red tint to it. Like blood.

Number 2 doesn't stop her from kneeling at her husband's side, nor from taking his hand in hers. They all arrived here without any of their belongings, so the ring that should be on his left hand is currently missing, yet the slight pale line from where the skin has been protected from the sun is still there.

"Ava..." he murmurs when she speaks softly against his cheek.