The closet had become a favoured place to hide, curled up in the corner, the sheet that had been used to cover the portrait wound around her, and it was there that she would spend hours simply... sitting. Her time there was usually spent undisturbed, so when she heard the knock at her door and Jasper's far-away voice from the other side, Isobel looked up, confusion striking over her features.
She hesitated for a long while in answering, but eventually, she got to her feet and padded out of her bedroom, down the hall, and to the front door. She was hardly dressed for visitors in the pajama pants and t-shirt she wore, but it was better than nothing. So she didn't waste much time in opening the door, a ready smile, tired and drawn as it was, waiting on her lips.
"Ja-"
Isobel broke off, her eyes immediately narrowing. "Who's that?" she asked sharply, indicating Luther with a small inclination of her head.