Hey.

[She waves a little. Smiles a bit, lets it drop, because she’s bad at faking it now. It’s awkward, frankly. Strange feeling.

[There’s no intention to this. The house is kept clean now, save a spare lantern or two. Maybe a stray drawing; they never stay where they’re put away.

[When was the last time she saw him? Maybe better not to think of it like that. Aubrey doesn’t invite herself in.]

You’ve kept safe this time, huh…?