Her smile broadens into a full-blown grin.  She'd been hoping that's what her grandmother would do, she would have been deeply saddened if she'd gotten away without such affections.  Gladly hugging back, she takes in a deep breath of the Matriarch's familiar scent, trying to hold onto it for the journey.<br/><br/>As her clothes are adjusted and she's kissed goodbye, Audrey can't help but wonder how different things will be when she returns.  She nods at the instructions, and raises an eyebrow at the mention of her father.  She'd never heard anything about that particular story.  She pauses for a second to see if there will be any elaboration.  When there isn't, she accepts the kiss, and retreats into the cab.  Setting her arm on the window sill and resting her head in the crook, she stares out at her home for 13 years.  With her other hand, she waves again as the coach begins to pull away.