Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Why she’d run upstairs instead of out the door, she wasn’t sure. Going into the little room with the books, she found a corner behind the couch and burrowed into it.
Derek let Isaac, he was already up and off the couch anyway, so as Isaac walked slowly up the stairs he just settled back on the couch, keeping ears out for them.
Isaac crept down the hall slowly and scented her out gently, finding her in Derek’s office-library thing. “Hey,” he said softly to the room, just standing in the doorway.
She stared at him with wide eyes, arms wrapped tight about her knees and shoulders hunched. Why was it Isaac? Mutinously, she tried to withdraw further. She couldn’t even talk to him anyway; there was no paper, nor pen.