Arabella sent Remus on his way and watched as he shifted to his wolf form. The poor thing twisted and howled due to the pain that he clearly had yet to fully get used to and treat as his older peers.
It did ache her heart to see a child suffer but what was she to do if such was his nature? Besides, he wouldn't remain a child forever.
Those were the thoughts consuming her mind upon entering her room. Unlike the shifting of form she'd witnessed minutes prior, crossing the threshold yielded a shift of a different kind, that of her mood.
Standing near his carving desk, Silas wiped at his tools and continued on with that activity without sparing a glance her way.
Arabella took that as him wanting to be left alone so, after a few minutes of awkwardly staring into his back, her feet led her through the curtains and towards the bathroom.
There was that sinking feeling as her eyes followed the water rush out the tap and splash against the white surface of the tub.
