She closed her eyes, trying to remember exactly what she had seen. Blood and feathers. "I heard him screeching when I was at the bottom of the stairs. I heard him... fighting." she remembered.
She pressed her hands against her closed eyes. "No one was there, I think... I mean... the shadows... the shadows were weird, moving. And Milo was in the middle of the owlery, on the ground and bleeding, still screaming but I didn't see anyone go out." She hadn't thought of how weird that had been until she talked it out with someone.
"The shadows were moving...?" Ben sat straight up again. Her description of what had happened sounded... disturbing at best. "How were they moving? As in movement or the shadows themselves?"
She took a deep breath and tried to remember exactly what she had seen. Granted she had not been staring at the shadows on the wall intently, she had been more concerned about Milo and getting him out. Still... she had seen the shadows shifting.
She opened her eyes. "A shadow. One shadow moved across the wall. It all happened so quick. I just, I wanted to get out of there fast so I didn't stick around to look at it."
"It was... it was in the window and then gone," she rubbed her temples. "Probably something that flew by," she shook her head. It was just too hard to have to relive that night one more time.
Ben sighed. He thought that maybe they were getting somewhere, making some progress. No such luck. He wasn't about to press the subject with Meka--she looked strained. Tired. Maybe the coffee would help her a little bit.
"Maybe it's best if we just wait and see before we go chasing after shadows?" Ben shrugged, trying his best to look sympathetic--which he was never really good at.
"We don't have to talk about this if you're not ready yet, Meka. I just... I just wanted to help."
She nodded quietly, trying to find the right thing to say. "You're right. I just... I don't even know Ben. It's like everything went wrong at the same time," she shook head. And I feel so alone. "Thanks," she offered a small smile.
Neither Ben or Meka were particularly touchy-feely people but lately she felt like all the hugs she had missed in her childhood were coming back to haunt her. She stood and moved over to stand in front of him and only contemplated it for a second before she wrapped her small arms around his shoulders and hugged him.
"Life has a tendency of doing that," Ben nodded, slightly smiling back. "You don't have to thank me."
She didn't have to hug him either. Though luckily enough he'd learned a long time ago to stop recoiling when people hugged him. He stiffened for a moment, caught a little by surprised at the sudden display of affection, but relaxed and even seemed to find it in him to wrap an arm around her back.
"Just... try not to worry so much about it, okay?" He said quietly, "You'll make yourself sick."
She felt his reluctance at first but was relieved when he wrapped an arm around her back. She didn't want to let go but she knew she would have to. She felt that heavy regret flip her stomach but she pushed all that out of her head for a minute, she would have to deal with boy issues later.
She nodded against his chest and sighed. "I'll try," she took a step back and smiled at him. "You're really great Ben," she said quietly.
She just wanted to hug him all over again but she knew it was a bad idea so she grabbed her left elbow with her right arm and swayed a bit to the side. It meant a lot to hear him say that and it hurt even more that she felt like she betrayed him.
"I would Ben," she nodded. "Anything you need, I'm here, ok?" the sincerity on her face was palpable as she looked her her friend.