Morticia sat down and quietly spoke
"I will wait until one of them show up. I have a few bones to pick with them."

Noirin decided that being a tarantula was her best bet and just in case, she changed back into the form. She was a bit tired from all of the changing bit....... She scooted under the blanket to hide and recover. Noirin was the type to outwait her enemy and not face the price of defeat. She was not a fighter... no not a fighter at all.