"Hey, Hil." Blake's appearance comes without announcement. In the doorway, he's appears like a wraith, his steps turned silent as an effect of his general emotional state. "You got a sec?" While asking, the wind howls behind him, sweeping sand across the threshold. It's rained off-and-on since their return from Nocwich and when there isn't a downpour, the gusts toss the earth about leaving a fine dust to be disturbed later.

With some hesitation, Blake enters and shakes some sand out of his hair with a spare hand. He's gripping a letter in the other hand, crunched parchment fighting for space in his hand with the watch Hilda will recongnize as the one she had given to Jayden. It's probably pretty obvious what's happening here, even if Blake's hardly telegraphing it. He's tried to keep a top on his worries, his concerns, his frustration, his hurt, but Hilda's always been one to see right through it.