Henrietta Braun had only told one person who wasn’t in the Kabal about her joining their faction. Really, all that she had gotten was some self-defense lessons. It wasn’t like she was doing anything bad or illegal, but she felt like she was doing something wrong. She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was because she had never had the chance to tell her closest friends. The only opportunity she ever had was with Amber, and she barely knew the girl. There was a knot in the pit of her stomach as she paced around her room, waiting. Waiting for Twyla, Mirror, and Emerald.

The girl had spread word to meet at her room at 1:30 p.m. on Sunday. She sat on the bed, her legs curled up underneath her bottom. Her fingers curled into her blanket, holding onto it tightly for comfort. Her bedroom door was wide open, practically inviting her friends inside. Henri was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a peach-colored shirt covered with a white sweatshirt. Her long, brown hair was down and still a tad wet from showering only an hour earlier.

While she still had time, Henrietta closed her eyes and twined her fingers together in prayer. Lord, I know you’re there. You may be busy, well, actually I’m sure you are, but..but I want to ask a favor. She sat for a moment, just thinking what she wanted most. There were so many things she wanted, and she knew it wasn't like he was a genie. She didn’t have to lmit her requests. It just seemed greedy to ask for more than one thing when you had shelter, food, and friends. Please give me the strength to tell my friends about the Kabal and please help me to stay strong and not cry about everything else too. The girl pinched her eyes closed even tighter and quirked her lips to the side. And one more thing…Please let me keep my friends. I need them…I don’t really have anyone else but them. She felt her eyes sting like she was going to cry, so she kept her eyes closed.

It was 1:29. Almost showtime.

Of course Henri had to call a girls' night out on a Gawain day. The young mirrorwalker was more than curious about what Rapunzel had to say that was so important; she seemed kind of nervous lately. Gawain was not sure if she'd talked to Twyla or Emmy about it, or maybe that Ivan guy of hers...
Oh god. Maybe it was a boy problem.
Gawain had been waiting for the chance to beat that guy up for a very long time now. Maybe this time he'll get lucky.

He arrived to Henri's room on foot; he didn't want to just bargein through the mirror. He didn't have to; the door was wide open, and Henri was sitting on her bed. She did look kind of troubled.

"Hey Henri." he smiled, a little bit concerned, walking over to her "Is everythin' all right?"