Mady had slipped into the first open door she could find.  It was another bedroom, well appointed but sterile.  Likely a guest bedroom.  But what drew her attention was the set of french doors leading out to a balcony.  She sighed as the cool night air tickled over her body, cooling the fires that the tongue and the girls had stoked.  For it's own part the tongue was draped over a shoulder, simply resting.<br/><br/>The crash of glass made her turn abruptly, brows rising.  “Dani?  Are you okay?”  Concern for the girls had her moving to the hall, peeking her head out.