<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/><br/>Feeling the hands slipping down, she rested her head a moment upon the others, almost nuzzling against it. What a comfort it was, in her arms such a way. It was strange, yes, that she could feel so dearly for another after all that had happened, but she embraced the feeling. But there was a problem. Muriel's body stiffened and her response was the opposite of what she had expected, the answer she had needed. "Muriel, my love. Tell me she is not out wandering the woods or anything of the sort? You didn't let her go with knowledge of the town and the Castle, did you?" Hand moving to below the woman's chin, she raised the other's head up, eyes flashing as they hit her's. All she needed was reassurance that the girl wasn't out and about, ready to run into town and straight into the arms of her brother, telling him all that she had endured. Of course, they could be done in, but it'd be much simpler if the girl had never even left the house. "Angel, tell me she has not left."<br/><br/>Timing was key when it came to feeding. If the girl were to escape and her brother were to find her, they would have to die immediately. It wouldn't be difficult, though Arman, at least, would have to be pulled out to the town to capture them. Giving the group food too soon would cause uneasiness in the next season. She could kill the two herself, but the spoiled Unknown would not take those who were already dead. Looking down at the beautiful face, she wanted to be angry, but it was difficult. Anxiety was rising within her, though the immediate cause she was unsure of. While awaiting a response, she began to chew at the inside of her lip, almost unnoticably.