Regan's response feels like a non-sequitur at first. Of course they were worried, of course they missed one another. That wouldn't make the cottage -- or the Gardens -- less safe.

Unless they left the property, that is.

Greta's blood runs cold at the thought. Yes, they would have been impatient, and yes, Saoirse can be a willful child when she wants to be, but surely they wouldn't have done something so--so profoundly foolish as haring off into the snow to come to her, without so much as a text.

She curls her fingers around Regan's cold wrist, pushing her hand down so she's no longer hiding her eyes.

"You left the house?" she asks, the signs as clear as she can make them, her expression dark.