((This thread starts the evening of March 20th))

It was late, cold, and she was heading in a direction unknown.

She already missed him terribly.

Pack around her back, she squinted slightly as the cabin came in view. The cabin she was to call home. The soothing sound of the water reached her ears, almost as a type of welcome. Perhaps it was best that she wasn't in the middle of the town anymore. A chance for more healing, more mending, a chance to make choices. It would seem that the Air would be house hopping for quite some time if she did not rebuild her home.

But hopefully staying with Erin will give her a solid foundation for the time being.

She worried for her friend, dearly. Her brows furrow at the thought, looking down and shuffling sand around as she continued her walk. The friend that was so different. In everything. A faint smile then, as she raised her gaze as she came closer. It amazed her at times, that they could find common ground, build a friendship over it.

Erin could feel for her, and she did the same. Perhaps it was the acceptance of different lifestyles that allowed the friendship to blossom into what is was. Quick to listen, slow to give advice. It was just what she needed.

She was there last night. When she had felt horrid, she was there. Even in the midst of what was going on around her, her words and actions were supportive. She would never forget.

She approached the cabin's front, assured that she had reached the right place. A brief glance down to the bandages on her feet, the sand that was caught within the wraps. She was going to have to be a bit more creative with those. She looked up, and reached out, to knock on the door quietly, but not quiet enough that it could not be heard.

"Erin? It is Storm." She thought is best, to say who she was, as to not startle Erin if she was inside.

She listened in on the amount of locks that were changed. Three. A mental note to remember such things, before she softly smiled as the door opened. The time between Ewan's departure, her last run to the Sanctuary, and now, was not very long at all. She had wasted very little time. Dark green turtleneck, tan pants and a deep blue cloak. Well, the cloak did not exactly match.. but at the moment, it was not given a thought.

She stepped through the door, to be greeted with a list of explanations.. and a hospitality offering. The smile on her face was genuine. Only Erin really. The pack was strapped diagonal across her front. "Well, I am glad to break your time alone. Do not want to come to you loosing your mind." The smile curls into a half-grin.

"If you could just... point me in the direction of water? Seems it would be best if I knew my way around, yeah?" A slight chuckle then.

With her pack settled comfortably on her back and the strap across her front, she made a mental note of where the glasses were. And everything else in the kitchen for that matter. She would thank her memory later, as she was more than likely to remember, even if her mind was not fully at the task at hand. After filling her cup, she did not gulp, but sipped.

"Yes, the journey was fine. It did not take as long as I expected." She said softly with a faint smile, and another drink. "I did not know if you were going to be home, thought I might have to turn around and hunt you down in town." Faint smile grew into a half-grin.

"You are not always pasted out in the Inn. Sometimes I get fruitful conversations from you." She offered teasingly. Another sip taken as she watched her slip up onto a countertop. A flicker of memory; her dad instructing her to not do that. She could always move herself to get the glass or bowl she wanted.

She did it now more than ever.

It was apparent to her that something was troubling Erin. She was not usually the one to find humor in putting herself down. She openly frowns then, but as always, she would not press. The last thing she wanted to be was everyone else. Bombarding her with questions. She hated when others did that to her.

So why would she treat her friend in such a manner?

"He's more than likely left by now I'm sure." She says softly, another sip of water as she leaned on a counter close to Erin. "Nothing I can do now but wait.... and remain busy." A faint smile then as she finishes her glass, and moves to refill her glass.

"Been a busy day?" She asked, nodding towards her ink-stained hands.

Glass of water was set down and forgotten as she went into the open arms. So rarely did she take from her friendships, so rarely was she who needed comfort. So rarely did she offer physical support, and it was even more scarce for her to take the offer of it. Even in just a hug. Storm heavily believed in the power of touch, which is why she so rarely used it. It's ability to soothe, comfort, to do almost anything. The less she used physical support, the more meaning it held.

When you realize what it is like to be without the flesh, you never take what the flesh can do for granted. Good... or bad.

She rested her forehead momentarily on Erin's shoulder, listening to her words of... well, was it really advice? It was more of empathy, the understanding of the emotions, even if their causes were utterly different. Soft laughter then, not because the words were funny, but because of the boat they now shared. And what was a rollercoaster ride? She would ponder that later, but she had a feeling that she understood what Erin was trying to get at.

"The great adventures of Erin and Storm." She managed to quip with a slight chuckle. "I know we will make it through, it is just a matter of time" The last part she added quietly with a gentle squeeze, before she released her friend.

Within the turmoil of her heart, she found peace here.

It was still morning when the Air roused from her sleep. It would seem as even though she had a late night, sleeping long was never much of an option. She prepared for the day, washing with the bottles Janet practically demanded for her to use. "It just smells like you." Was her only reasoning, and out of care for her friend, she followed her wishes.

A brief glance out the window for a look of weather. Not that she really needed to, but being the creature of habit that she was, the overcast clouds told her enough. Deep tan breeches were slipped on, as well as a bright long sleeved shirt. Not the usual dull colors, but this one was an eye catcher. The boots were left behind, as she aided her movement with the air as always. A brief glance to Erin's door on her descent down the stairs.

She had a bit of time before she had to be anywhere, and was going to take the time to enjoy her morning. The first thing she did of course, was fill a pot with water to warm. Already well accustomed to the kitchen, she then gathered a variety of items, with every intention of making cinnamon scones. When given the chance, she was actually talented inside the kitchen. The times she was able to really enjoy her own cooking? Very slim.

There was a slight bounce in her step, or what would appear to be steps. She was going to go practice with the Dawson family later, in preparation for the ball. Rather than grumble about having to go, she was going to do her best to at least make the music memorable.

It did not take long for her to prepare the batter into scone shapes, and placing them inside the oven. She looked at the machine with distrust, though Erin swore up and down that it would work the way she wanted it to.

She was already thawing sausages that she purchased in the marketplace earlier in the week, though the idea of meat was not appealing. Perhaps if Erin woke up soon, she would like some.

Next, she got another bowl down, and started to prepare eggs. The smell of the sweet scones already bold inside the kitchen. It was only a matter of time before the scent reached beyond the stairs.

This takes place the morning of March 31.

She glanced up at the sound of footsteps. She grins, and moved to the teapot, two mugs already set. "Well, someone has to make sure you eat and all." She even chuckled slightly, knowing full well of Erin's true love. She filled the two mugs with the tea, and moved one over to the table to Erin, dragging cream and sugar with her. "I thought I would make you breakfast, in thanks of yesterday." Her smile turns almost a bit sheepish, before she moved into the kitchen again.

"I have scones in the... oven, and am about to make eggs. There's also sausages ready if you wish for some." She grabbed a mitten of sorts, to check on the scones. Almost done. And without further delay, she pours the eggs into the readied skillet, the sound of of cooking eggs cheerfully filling the kitchen as she awaits Erin's choice of breakfast.