The hour-long ride back to the University had given Miriam plenty of time to think but somehow she hasn't come up with a good way to approach Will. Especially after several days of avoiding... most coherent thoughts, really, but responsibility in particular. She shrugs off her ridiculous coat and hat in the entrance hall of the Mansion and takes a deep breath. She wants to believe that Will had been right in that she belongs here, but it's easy to talk platitudes and much harder to act on it. Will had been there for her but she hadn't been for him as she should have been. And that's probably the foremost part of belonging here. She feels like she's failing at some remedial class in being a human being. So much easier to be a self-indulgent monster, but... well she'd felt what it was like being at the mercy of someone like that.
Skulking through the mansion she very faintly lets her mind flitter out around her to find that familiar frantic bustle of Will's mind.