from beyond something about a window light breaks?

She'd been up late, reading. Carefully studying the templates of the old jewelry, things from before their time. Long before it. Things that could be recreated with uncle Art's steel process, something they often applied to weapons. Sure, weaponry was cool and all, but there were even more fun things to do with it. So many possibilities... it was no wonder that she stayed up at night. They really did come to life before her eyes, when she's alone in her room. Grateful for the blackboard that she'd been able to convince Bramble to help her drag up here, Meadow had been happily sketching and drawing plans in chalk long into the night.

The howl that breaks her focus is... curious. Strange. Her brow crumples for a moment, moving to her window. It couldn't be. That couldn't be Wilder. That couldn't be for her. Stepping out onto her balcony and blinking hard into the darkness for a moment, heart pounding in her chest. There he was, looking up at her. Meadow is quick to shush him, at once worried that someone inside the castle will wake up, will hear him. "Wait there," it's a loud whisper and a gesture both, trying to get the point across without further risk.

Exciting... thrilling... and shoot okay Meadow was flustered. Her footsteps were quick and careful as she made her way outside, and around the side of the castle. Racing to Wilder's side, grinning, even if she's confused. "I.. it's late. Are you okay?" Meadow's gaze alight, unable to help the questions as the come. She's gotten more comfortable talking around him, maybe more than anyone else. Meadow is pretty sure she's never been happier to see someone.

"Speech"