Song shifted automatically as if to follow, but didn't actually leave the sofa, only blinked after Josiah once he'd gone. Then she sat back and chewed on her bottom lip, the plushie momentarily forgotten.

She was like that for just a moment, before she shook off her worry (and that annoying sense of separation) and focused on Amy, regaining a smile.

"I bet I can guess what's in the other box. I'll open it later. Thanks, by the way. It's cute, for a voodoo doll." She winked.