She wasn't hard to find. Not because she was visible, though. In fact, she was as tucked under blankets as she could possibly get, even her head underneath. Most people would have been suffocating on their own breath.

She didn't need to breath right now, so it worked.

No, what made her easy to spot was the huge black crow that was usually so active and judgmental from his place in the ceiling tiles...except that right now, he was perched on the lump of Kit, eyes glossy and feathers looking dull. He started when Spirit knelt down next to them, but even that startled wing beat was barely enough to lift him a few feet. Just enough to scold weakly in Spirit's direction before coming back down to land clumsy on the edge of the window sill overhead.

Kit, for her part, made a weak whining sound...but she did peek out from the depths of her nest.