N​ó​ttin could tell immediately that something was wrong. The look in her eyes sent him into high alert, his guardian skills kicking in as he rose to his feet. Let me take a look. He moved to the entrance, sticking his head out momentarily so that he could quietly observe. She was right, the world was blanketed in a vast ocean of deep red. Above them, the moon hung in a blood red coloration, ominous in a way as it glared back at them. I have never seen something like this before. I wonder what it means. The Glacier looked back to Dalmatia, urging her to join him and at the same time, letting her know that he would protect her through body language and eye contact alone. Never would he let her come to harm, that was a promise he intended to keep. It doesn't look like it is actually harming anything, so maybe in time it will pass. Do not be afraid, my dear.