[In a word, Grace Avery was stressed. She didn't know where she'd went wrong or when they had messed up, but if she had to put money on it, it'd have been when Lachlan was drunk and she was more in tune with her softer side and inclined to comfort him. She hovered a few feet above the ground out on the pitch, for once flying brought her a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a while. She glanced up from the handle of her broom and saw Edgar and a small smile graced her full lips.] Didn't expect to see you out here. [The smile didn't quite reach her eyes.] It's kind of cold.