As she watched the people make their ways, the crone caught one person who seemed familiar. Her head tilted slightly as who she spotted finally sunk in. Her lips pulled slowly into a smile. The cabin could wait, or more she wouldn't focus on it for the moment. When it showed, it showed, and she would get what she needed from it.
The crone veered from her current path to make sure the Beauty would be forced either to come in contact with her or to verge. The crone was curious which the girl would do, especially since the girl had caused no slight upset as of late. The crone had no full plans yet for the girl, but they were coming. Death, as easy as it might be, was not the answer, at least not as how things stood. Too many questions, and the crone dealt more in answers.
Her steps were steady, and the smile that had settled on her lips stayed there. It wasn't cruel, not obviously so, but it didn't quite shine in her eyes. The eyes were searching, and almost calculating, but not exactly a look the girl hadn't seen there before. There was a problem, a puzzle, that had to be solved, and the crone was determined to do just that.
"If it isn't Beauty, herself." No snide comments. Nothing rude in her tone.