Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Within the rocking carriage, Liliana leaned against Ignis' shoulder, wrapped in furs, his arm, and pleased contentment, the latter being a rarity, though occurring more and more often of late and in her current mood, she wasn't even trying to deny a correlation between that and the increasing presence of Ignis in her life. They had just worked together so well today; her dining room was still a wreck, with only several layers of oiled sailcloth between her fine interiors and the misery of Innistrad's winter, but they had taken several important steps to rectify that today and she was confident that her home would be once again properly enclosed before the annual Hunter's Moon storms settled over the region.

( Yesterday's trip to Drunau had been inspired )

And all without any sign of the danger that had had Ignis so on edge when they'd left. Yes, they'd heard some wolf howls in the distance, carried by the wind, but even the most nervy of the city merchants had agreed they were too far to be of concern. The only vampires they'd met with had been allies, and of the worst of the lot - devils, angels, or demons - there'd been no sign at all.

She wasn't so foolish as to offer an I told you so until they were back at Fandom, but there was definitely a hint of smugness as she sipped from their thermos of coffee, relaxed and warm.

[For the gentleman and clearly nothing bad will happen! NFB for off-island shenanigans!]