As if a ghostly hand reached into her mind and grabbed her, Noella was yanked from her trance-like state. The rythmic, hollow beats of the rubber ball had suddenly stopped as she looks directly in Boyd's direction. "Coyote..." Noella says softly to herself. She was never one to eavesdrop but to hear that word spoken by the unmistakable voice of the man whom she considered mostly responsible for her "metamorphesis", her curiosity was peaked. For some reason the sweet honey taste leftover in her mouth turned somewhat bitter as she went through the memories of her very first and only other group. She would have been stuck in this swirl of flashbacks if it wasn't interrupted by the pot with the beeswax in it starting to boil over. Quickly removing it and doing the finishing processes for the wax, Noella watches as Ronnie began her all too noticeable pacing before returning to sit with Boyd. 

Without hesitation Noella stood up pushing her chair back, producing a wreched sound as it grinded across wooden planks and metal plates. She needed not any of the details before stringing her bow across her torso and walking over to sit at the table with Boyd and Ronnie. She notices the letter but did not care to read it. "Whatever it is, I'm in." Noella says forcefully with a stern look towards Boyd before harshly slamming a solid block of wax right on the table. Ofcourse she knew this had no meaning in any way and did not expect many pieces of it to fly off. Noella could sense the tension at the table and notice the residual redness from obvious tears from Ronnie's eyes. So this was just an empty, failed gesture she came up with on the spot. But as embarrass as she was, she ignored the mess and grabbed Boyd by the arm. "If you're thinking of trying again, just know that I'm ready......'spite your father." Noella says with as much seriousness as she could muster at the moment. Letting go of his arm, she scoops her mess into her bag and brushing her hands off each other.