That blob was in fact not Sophie's natural form; the glimpses of pale skin, prominent ribs, dark veins and scars was much closer. Really, she had just been lucky. Showing her true form isn't something she does readily. She sits on the bed, less distant than she would usually sit from him but not touching.

"I didn't mean that I feel the need to justify myself. We both know why I did what I did, because in some ways we are not so different, you and I. Connor is so much better at being good." She looks a little wistful, and there's a weight to that word, good, like she doesn't simply mean the idea of not making trouble.

"I'm glad you came home." It seems an incongruous thing to say, but it makes perfect sense to Sophie.