"Both," she injects, before he answers at least half of her curiosity.

She stops what she is doing herself when Carlisle goes for the bottle, sending him a querying look. It's like he's warring with himself over whether to take a drink or not. A struggle and reluctance that, in some way, confirms her suspicion.

Is it really her business to say anything at all? Not really. But she'd hate to get an earful from Glacius or any of his other friends who are dealing with this problem.

For the time being, she just watches, arms folded. "You were friends with Emily?" That's funny. She didn't seem like someone who was easy to get chummy with. "What makes you think she wouldn't have returned?"

Though not without his reasons, she's aware of Carlisle's disposition with the ones he calls 'false gods'.