Ava tapped the tip of her fingernail against the edge of the table while watching the dead wood chips fall into her lap. Their grey-brown color contrasted the white of her dress, one she'd managed to cut and sew from the cloth that rarely covered her the first day spent in the fisherman's cabin. She wondered why no one had come to take it from them. It had been days since anyone came to look for her even, but she wasn't expecting to be the first or even second priority of anyone she knew. Even Elizabeth was probably too distracted by a handsome guard to realize that her best friend would never come back. Truth was, Elizabeth was an acquaintance to pass time and to use for escape and once she learned how Ava had done it, eventually she would do it herself. The only down side was survival. Elizabeth could never survive alone and Ava only had because she had found Silas. Looking up from her lap the young woman's eyes glazed over the content atop the table. Each item sat in its spot, untouched and unused. She wondered if it would last if she decided to take it on her next journey. She was not going back for Elizabeth and besides Silas, she had no one she would care for. Though a faint memory in the back of her head that had pestered her for an eternity had proven itself to be true when someone had provided her of information of the whereabouts of another family member. A man she may not have even had the chance to call father. Just as Silas had spoken from behind her. Ava exhaled and turned her head, looking up at him with wide eyes. It seemed he was good at having her half startled, but even then she felt comforted by his presence. "I am just looking at what we have left in terms of supplies." She responded, her lips curving up into a minuscule smile. "Actually, Silas I need to share some information... and ask for your opinion, but I haven't been able to for too long now." Her fingers brushed her hair back behind her ear and a sigh of contemplation slipped through her mouth as she looked down at her lap and brushed the pieces of wood off of it. "Remember when I told you that I had no one? I might... think I know where my father is." She said as she looked back up at him, attempting to read his expression with fear of disapproval racing through her system.