"Even if we did, I hate to think the state it would be in by now," Jasper points out as he follows, closing the door to the garage behind him and turning on a light, just in the immediate area. The house had been built on a piece of carefully-selected property, out of the way, out of sight to people passing by on the road or walking on any trails, even with the lights on, but it has been vacant for two months. The good people of Forks have left it untouched—completely untouched, he thinks with narrowed eyes as he takes in the smashed coffee table and the crack up one wall where he'd thrown an agent, before he'd made it outside—but seeing it all lit up again, someone might get curious.

He starts forward, intending to start tidying up that mess, but stops and turns back to her, surprised. "Why would I deny you a chance to rest properly?" he asks. "It's been a kindness to me that we moved as quickly as we did, Natalia, I won't forget that." His eyes move over her a little critically, assessing her size. "You may not have much luck in my wife's closet, but Rosalie's or Esme's might give you a selection. I know Esme would be more than happy to let you borrow anything you need," he adds with confidence as he turns away again, resolved to clear away the detritus of the fight.