Moira watches as the letter joins the pile of evidence on James' desk, an odd feeling caught in her throat. Part of her feels like she's betraying the family, but then, the fiercer part of her, the part of her that stormed out of the house at eighteen, tells her that this is for the best, that potentially this is preventing more lives from being lost. So she stands her ground, watching James observe it.

"Unfortunately, I absolutely suck at runes," she admits, again running a hand through her hair. "I have contacts though, and I've been trying to sift through to find someone trustworthy and reliable. It's...a task, to say the least."