Ever since their talk with Alys, Juniper had kept to theirself. Between that, and everything else that had happened on the Nox lately, they weren't in a very conversational mood, something that had been true for the last few months now. It was hard, and they knew it was bad for their mentality, but they couldn't bring theirself to seek anyone out, and now with hardly a soul to really confide in, they felt all the more lonely.
The last few days had been spent focusing on a new project, something to take their mind off of everything else, and everyone else. The ring that they'd warned Nessa about had ended up in their possession. Or, the fragments had, after Lucien had promptly destroyed it. While they had no experience in creating or tinkering with magic, they were nearly the only one who stood any chance of working something out of the metal, weaving something out of the magic that remained. They all knew it targeted vampirism, and they all knew there was still a missing vampire out there, one who meant them harm, and so they took on the task.
Sitting far belowdecks, in an isolated corner shown to them once by Hester, they sat with their eyes closed, the remains piled in the palm of their hand. It wasn't dissimilar to mediation, though it was mentally much more strenuous, an active exploration of what the ring held. They'd read about it once, and with no formal teacher, things were going slowly. Of course, nothing could be easy, anymore.