Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

She had wanted to tell him. Had wanted to bring him along with her, had at least wanted him to know where she was. But it was his words that kept rebounding, of being just a bit more independent and of not being scared. This, this was something she had to do alone. To truly let her know that they were gone and--if they hadn't found her by now, were also gone. It had been too long, too long since she had seen them that she probably wouldn't recognize her nephew, who had been but a small toddler when everything happened. And Nate--surely he would have stayed, he would have defended. Just because she found no trace of his body did not mean that he did not fall. Surely Caleb had left and Cecily and they had just been lost and finding their way home.

Did they care enough to look for her?

The door opened and Frost's familiar form appeared in the doorway, a shadow against the backdrop before he'd moved further into the dim light. An ear twitches forward at his words, still as a statue until he crouches. Are you coming inside to tell me about it-- she jolts into movement, tentative steps taken forward to press her nose against his knee before shifting to rub her body alongside his leg, heedless of any dirt. She moves to scoop up that photograph, careful as the day she found it before slipping past Frost and into the house.

She makes her way into the living area to place the photo down on the nearest table and after a few moments of staring at it she moves to the middle of the carpet. She hadn't shifted in months, having kept to were-form for the entirety of her absence. She shifts on her haunches, her gaze finding Frost and almost tugging upon it, as if his presence seemed to encourage the shift. Once she begins it, it is quick and almost seamless to go from fox to human. She is a little ragged, a lot dirty and her hands and feet were still healing, maybe she did run across that glass too many times to count.

She runs her tongue over her lips, uncaring of her appearance for once and opens her mouth to whisper a, "hello."

The sudden noise of the knocking has her flinching and lifting from her knees to her feet. She twists to find the clock, noting the time before staring at the door and then to Frost with a curious expression. She bends to the nearest piece of furniture to pull a blanket into her hands and draping it loosely over her shoulders before taking a few steps towards the door, "Who...is it?" She queries, her voice raspy from disuse, unsure if she was speaking to Frost or attempting to be heard through the door.