"Doesn't mean you ought to be alone," she replies mildly, watching him shred the blanket. Next month, she'll have to add a few sturdy toys, or something else that he can swat around.

Her stomach twists when she realizes that she's already thinking about next month, as if it's a given that she'll still be here. It's not as if she's given up hope of her friends finding her... but she's beginning to wonder if it might be better to assume it will take them a good while longer and only risk being pleasantly surprised if they show up sooner, instead of feeling let down every day when they fail to appear.

And then there's the matter of the friends she's made here. Even if she could go home tomorrow, she wouldn't like leaving Edgar or Luke behind. And the thought of leaving Yuri to spend every full moon alone in this dismal little room is almost physically painful. Daine rests her chin on her knees, too absorbed in her own thoughts to try and talk Yuri into at least leaving enough blanket intact to rewrap himself after moonset.