Lily herself, known by this point quite well for overthinking matters and worrying herself into a rut, had certainly considered such things. Of course, that was a bit natural. They had spent so much time running for her life though, so much time not knowing if there'd be anything left of that life, that... When things had become more stable, or as close to it as they could manage, when they had something approaching a day-to-day life that wasn't always with those lives on the edge of collapsing... She kind of stuffed those thoughts aside, for at least a little while. Began to focus on the here and now, knowing they'd bubble back once they'd gotten used to their new idea of "normal."

However, as most things do, other thoughts come to a screeching halt whenever she's trying to decipher her wife's. Because if she was being honest, that takes a lot of work, and she's not sure if that was her or Winter just being the unpredictable sort.

Either way, as she rounds a corner into the living room, she notices Winter sort of just staring off into space. Raising one brow, she comes up behind her and gives her a light prod in the arm.

"Is that blank spot on the wall that interesting?"