[ ETHER ] Directed at Thane.
It's a cloud of decay, like smoke billowing in a rush from a blocked fireplace, a sudden rush. Calanthe hits the Ether with a wave of unexpected, uncharacteristic confusion and something not unlike alarm. It's a hand reaching, taking hold of him by the shoulder before brushing his face. A request, practically a quiet plea.
I need you to come. In a flare of imagery, she shows him where she is, the airport in full panoramic view around where she stands, plane looming above her. It's gone in the same cloudy wave that it came. Quickly. Calanthe leaves without incident, like simply stepping out of a room, though a thread of her is left behind, in case he wishes to ask questions.