"Chanise, calm down, here," Althea said in between bites; she extended a plate of chicken to help the girl through her crisis. "Try the chicken, it's exquisite." She figured that this was the best sort of help she could give her; it's not like Althea had some way of getting Hugo back. "Oh, you've finally arrived," she said, motioning Declan to sit next to her. "Chicken?" she offered her brother the same plate she offered Chanel, because clearly the older girl did not appreciate poultry when it was cooked well.

Declan asking her what she saw would only end in disaster, but Althea humored him anyway. "I saw light, which, it was so rude, Declan, I didn't ask to be disrupted like that." It wasn't much of an answer, so Althea added on. "And then Hunter just bloop, vanished. Just like that. It would be hilarious if it wasn't so obviously tragic," she said solemnly. Though, he probably wasn't dead; Hector seemed like the sort who could take care of himself during a crisis. "Oh, and I think that Charlie and Harper were in the middle of a date when it all happened. So so tragic," she muttered, then as an act of kindness she addressed Charlotte. "My condolences, you guys look--looked--lovely together."