When he returns, she is on the ceiling, having been crawling around the room as if she needed a place to hide. In the back of her mind, she knew it was him returning, but she had to be sure. She couldn't be spotted by someone other than Erik. Her eyes narrow and she slowly dropped down to the floor, landing with a small thud. With gentle steps, she makes her way into the kitchen and sits down at the table.

"Water will suffice. Water hydrates." She glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow before looking down at the plate. Her stomach growls, but she doesn't dig in just yet. She knows that she needs to talk to him, to open up. Still, she hesitates.

"Three days," she softly murmurs. "I... I've been here for three days. I woke up drowning and I am made to wear these clothes." Her voice is quiet, barely audible as she watches him for any sort of reaction. "I can't shift. I have all my memories, all my skills but I am stuck like this. I will not be caged. I'd rather die first."

She reached out, running her fingers along the raised blue skin of her arm. "All they will see is a monster."