Ella had no clue as to how long she had been unsconscious, but did notice the bandage and stitches. The bleeding had stopped, although she was still hurting, even if not as much as before. At least she was still alive, and she had Poitr to thank for that. She wondered if they would let her see him again. There was someone in the room with her who introduceemd himself as a detective of the church police, asking if he could ask her some questions. Yes, she was human and her attackers were shapeshifters. Yes, the necklace was from of her attackers. Yes, the pendant was hers. No, she couldn't remember what her attackers looked like. No, she had no family they could contact. Her parents were dead and other family members lived too far away. All of it was lied, like Poitr had told her to, except for the last past. She really had no family.

When she had answered all of his questions, the man left, and she was glad he did. She didn't feel safe with him around. When Poitr got back, her eyes lit up and she couldn't help but smile. She wanted to jump out of the bed to hug and thank him, but the doctor had told her to stay calm. Still, when he got close enough, she hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave again once she let go of him. "Thank you." She said softly.