January was always rough for her. Add on the friend drama and the Christmas revelations and Sloane was positively drowning in emotions. There was far too much pressing down on her and she didn't know how to handle it. She had never been good with emotions. It would pass in February, if it didn't finally overwhelm her, but it left her withdrawn and surly and hiding more often than not.

It was entirely unlike her and she was sure everyone noticed, but she refused to admit to anything or burden anyone else with her problems, so she sulked in the quiet of the common room before everyone else came back from dinner.

Only Hatch knew what was the underlying issues and bless him for tossing her a lifeline when she was slipping below the surface. "I would love that, let me get my cloak." She sighed softly, unfolding herself from the sofa where she and Splash were curled up. She jotted up the stairs and grabbed her cloak, scarf and mittens tossing them on haphazardly before making her way back to the common room.

"Let's go." She wanted to be out of there before anyone else showed up and invited themselves along.