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His words didn't make her feel any better. The guilt was all over her face when he requested she try not to do it again. After she'd given her name, she stood there a moment, shuffling a foot against some grass, barely perking up when he asked where she came from.

"Yeah," she mumbled, turning her head to look back toward the forest, as if to look through the trees straight home.

"I did. I um-" she paused with a huff, scrunching her nose up and raising a hand to rub at the tangled mess of blue on her head, matted from sweat and wind. "I don't think I can go back there. Things have been kind of.. awkward, and today.." she trailed off and her face went flat as her eyes moved all the way across the forest edge until they ended up on those that had been felled by her own doing.

She looked lost, the way her eyes glazed over and her mouth hung just a little open. 

"I- Do you maybe know a place I can go? A town, something?" The question was simple but pleading as she tore herself out of the haze of her very real nightmare to look back up, between Marlowe and Viera. Somewhere where nobody knew her, where she could have time to figure things out, where she could hide. That's all she wanted to do. 

"I don't know what I'm doing. All of that," she said, raising her hands up in front of her face, "is new to me. I feel [i]dangerous,[/i] and I hate it."