She'd spent the rest of the week with Dylan, or at least the rest of the nights of that week with Dylan. She'd come back to the house a few times, mostly because she felt horrible that she'd made her father worry so much that first night. But she'd been so caught up in Dylan simply being there that she hadn't even thought to tell anyone where she was going.
But the majority of her time had been spent with Dylan. And while they still hadn't really decided what exactly they were doing, it didn't seem like either of them were planning on running away just yet, which she decided was enough for the time being.
It was time to go back up to the school though, she'd been grateful for the week that the Headmaster had given her to sort through things. And while she still ached, she felt like she could function in a teaching capacity again. And so she was standing in her room at Shell Cottage, her back open on her bed as she slowly went through drawers and things packing up the few things she had brought and taking back a bit more with her. Mostly pictures and a few books, adding them to a stack by her back.
"As ready as I'll ever be." She answered quietly, looking up from a framed picture of their family, one she'd kept here at the house on her dresser, but she was taking back with her. She stroked her fingers over the glass, feeling hollow all over again. "Almost finished actually, but you can stay if you want." She told him. She hadn't spent as much time with her father as she thought she would have, and she could sense that he wanted to talk.