she hadn't left the townhouse in a few days, almost afraid to leave rhys alone with the state he'd been in. but she'd gone out today, she had to-- the sight of her best friend sitting there, hallow.. she couldn't keep watching him like this. she'd gone to see if people had found anything more about feyre's case. there were so many murderers being caught, they had to be closer to figuring out who had gone after her, but each lead was a dead end, leaving mor only more and more frustrated, knowing she'd have to explain it to rhys-- mother, she needed a drink. winnowing back into the townhouse's living room, she barely even registered anyone else in the room as she made a beeline for the wine, pouring a glass, taking a sip as she turned to face the couch, seeing a girl sitting there. "did you want a glass?" she asked, nodding towards the bottle behind her, taking in the sight of them, the deep sadness in their eyes behind everything else. "you're one of feyre's daughters, aren't you? mouse?"