When the door was closed, Gwawr listened intently to the silence until she heard the sound of two door slams and the start of the engine. It wasn't until the engine noise had faded that her expression cleared from one focusing intently into that ever present smile. It was a smile of secrets, that housed hidden things. Gwawr had always looked like one who kept secrets.
"Thanks for the couch, Zach," she said again, sinking onto the cardboard box. Sitting, she appeared much smaller, less haughty. "Who is Mila?"