The heat from the mug slowly seaped into her hands, sinking through skin and muscle and bone and still she felt like she was made of ice. Now that her thoughts were a bit calmer, Erik had always helped with that surprisingly, she carefully made her way back to the fire, mindful of the edges of the blanket as she resumed her former seat near the fireplace. She was lifting the mug to her lips when Scott made the proclamation and everything about her froze in a completely different sense.

"You got someone stashed in the closet I don't know about, sugar?" she asked quietly, tentatively, not at all sure what she thought about where this was going. Not sure she wanted Scott to finally join the rest of the psyches in her mind.