Faye was waiting by the hut. The one she figured was probably Edward's, at least, guessing by the sparse spread of items inside, little other than parts and pieces that even Faye couldn't make complete sense of. She looked up when she heard the whistle, pushing off of the wall of the hut and standing wholly on both feet. It didn't feel like as strong of a stance as it used to be. Then again, little seemed quite as strong and certain as it used to be.

The plight of people accustomed to living alone.

"So... just vanishing without a trace, huh?" she asked quietly, eyes watchful as Edward drew near.