Molly is curled up in her room, crying as if her heart is broken. And so it is, for
the spell hasn't completely worn off on her (probably because, unlike Jonathan, there was no one it was forcing her to forget in teh meanwhile). She's in a shift and a very plain, flowing dress, curled up in her quilts and trying to keep her sobs quiet, as she doesn't have the power to stop them.
Openish, though as she's in her room, she's not really looking for the company of anyone she doesn't know, just at present.