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The fog was thick and weighing down the surroundings. It hazed up the village enough, that it would be impossible to navigate more than a couple steps in front of you. Based off of these circumstances, she understood completely why the guides were getting a bit flustered and stressed. With the scenarios of tonight crawling and bothering every single one of them, the secrets that enveloped the quiet little town of Siren Lake were silently insidious. The place itself seemed to be the perfect setting for a horror movie and the very thought was enough to get her paranoia into high alert. Harper seemed to have snapped his final straw of faith and she felt pained to see him in such a state. He had been the bravest of them since the beginning, but she could see now that he was a fragile being, clouding his sadness in a cloak of courage and an eager demeanor.

Their group was a pretty somber bunch by now, many had been lost and it felt as if a year had already passed though they had only gotten there a couple of weeks ago. Human losses, never forgotten; Jasper wanted to break down and cry just as badly as Harper had, but there was no time for that. Funny how she still thought of terms that kept track of passing hours and days like it still existed in the current realm she was trapped in. She pondered about the Queen and thought about where she would be instead if she hadn't set foot in that godforsaken train to Nowhere. 

Feeling two hands settle on both her shoulders, the physical contact jolted her from her deep thinking as she realized she had been following the wrong crowd. [b]“Be careful, Mayor! In this fog, you wouldn’t know a monster was near you unless it bit off your head!”[/b], Songbird hollered halfheartedly after the pair of figures, now a mere silhouette in the musky, mist filled surroundings. His palms felt heated against her cold, shuddering skin and it was honestly very comforting. She usually shied away from any person-to-person touch, but right now she needed the feeling of another being to keep herself sane. The steady rhythm of her footsteps thumped mesmerizingly in her mind as she allowed the Nowherian to lead her back towards the cabin, along with the rest of the crew. Everyone looked exhausted, Nobodies included as they all shuffled back to the comfort of their makeshift "home". Maybe it was just the scenery of Siren Lake, or it may have been the memory of Rosen, but she felt water start to well up in the corners of her eyes. Gulping down the stinging stiff lump nearing the top of her throat, she held back the tears with much effort.

[b]“Oh, and to answer your question earlier, I forgot how to do it since it’s been a long time since I accepted a retrieval that could very well kill me, but it’s not impossible. Give me a few moments to remember, if you would.”[/b] His grasp fell from her shoulders and she let them, though missing the limited source of warmth she could consume from it. The statement caught her off guard. It seemed like every single quest they were given was life threatening and she didn't expect any less as she recalled the SSF. People had died, a child had died... for a tart. It sounded absolutely ridiculous and all she wanted to do was have an anxiety attack to free herself from this horrid misery. 

Nodding wordlessly in response, she paused momentarily in her walk when he placed one of his scarves over her head. The same article of clothing in which he had buried himself in when she had made the terrified face at his heterochromic eye. Heart twisting in guilt; the simple act of kindness made her feel like a jerk. [b]“Don’t catch a cold.”[/b]
Glancing up swiftly, he was looking straight ahead, wispy puffs of breath swirling out from under his nose. Jasper's cheeks suddenly felt slightly hotter and she looked away, the scarf sufficient protection from the chill of the night. It smelled of herbs and strange scents she's never inhaled before. It wasn't bad, but she wasn't sure it was good either, but she could care less. The smell of the lake and aquatic weeds mixed with its scent and she suddenly felt filthy. She definitely needed a shower and the now visible structure of the wooden building soothed her.