She huffs out her own rough laugh at that, knowing all too well exactly what he feels like. A nod of her head indicates for him to follow her, "Come on. I haven't really touched Chris' old room."

That's a lie. The weapons left behind have been gathered and maintained since his disappearance, and she got whatever was making that weird smell out. Otherwise, she'd more or less left it intact, mostly because disturbing it felt wrong. It still smells like him, barely. She knows it's not the healthiest response, but she's making baby steps forward.

"He's not here any more." The complexity of her feelings fill her voice, but she doesn't go into those details. "We arrived at the same time, but he... There was an incident where mirrorbound were kidnapped and tortured." There's a long pause as she busies attempting to school her expression into something stronger. "That's the last I saw or felt him through the bond."

He had been a monster, so the bond was imbalanced and ill advised by most. Still, they were partners and trust was difficult to come by here.

She glances at his changes when he draws attention, humming softly and frowning. "You just arrived and have changes already?" It's not what usually happens outside of the shared dreams, and it's concerning. "There are monsters of varying types, and witches. You become one when you're pulled here."