Moira stirs when she feels the space beside is empty, and for a split second, she panics, wondering if they had let their guard too soon and something like that giant ass spider came in and took James while they had both been unconscious and vulnerable. But then, the logical part of her kicks in, reminds her that if anything nasty were to get in, she wouldn't be alive, either. Still, she can't find James, and that worries her more than she cares to admit.

She stirs and stretches, surprised to find she has her energy back. They must have slept a good while, then. Her thoughts flicker to Siren Cove, all the people in it that she misses dearly. Riley, Lara, her siblings. She hopes they're doing well, and she also hopes they're out looking for her, though she doesn't want them to worry too much. Her mother...well, her mother is probably laughing over a glass of her favorite red wine.

But it doesn't do for her to dwell, so she leaps down from the couch, sniffing in the air, searching for any sign of James. She perks up when she catches a whiff coming from the garden. She bounds in that direction, finding James kneeling by the water and washing up. It's almost an attractive sight, she has to admit, James washing up like some rugged camper. But she shakes her head clear of that thought before making her way over to him.

"Mew?" She says in greeting before leaning down to take a long drink of water.