Part of her wished very much for some other company; as much as Lucille had sometimes scared her, there was a comfort knowing there was another person to talk to. Allerdale could be so very isolating, especially in the snow and cut away. "Whatever you want, Thomas," she replied kindly. It was his house after all, and he was the head of it. "It might be just tricks of the light, old houses crumbling apart and causing people inside to go a little crazy." She patted his hand and went back to her oatmeal.