She followed his gesture with a similar sort of hop to her step. Except something poked her mood strangely when she passed him. Maybe the look or his tone? It made her worry.

Her usual spot on the floor across from the bed was the first place she nestled herself when she came to Murphy's room the first time. (That was an odd first time, wasn't it.) Creature of habit, perhaps, as she moved for the same position when she entered the room.

But instead of sitting on the floor to look up to him, she turned to face him with that small worry now visible on her brow and in her voice.

"Is something wrong?"