If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn

The wraith listened, although not even half asleep did the women peer at the aging man. He was clearly just as old, if not older then her. It was hard to say, but the dame made no assumptions as of yet. Simply that icy gaze remained upon him, noting the clear hurt that seemed to plague him to no end, over losing this Alice - a mate she could only assume. But with that out of the way, she let the subject drop for now, later it would be picked up again perhaps.

“You didn't disturb me.” A simple truth, as those ears focused on him partly, but more so her surroundings. “For hoping she was here, no, you are not.” Perhaps her way of trying to comfort him, but it was hard to tell with the wraith. Her ways were her own and even more mysterious then had half-brother Isar.