Muu's head was full, yet blank. A chaos in a void. Questions. Self-blame. Insecurity. Anxiety. Paranoia. Why I am here. What am I doing. What will the others think. I'm not strong enough. I don't want this. I'm horrible. Please don't look at me. Look at this scrub drowning in self-pity.

With each passing second, Muu could feel herself drifting further and further. Maybe if she pretended long enough, the others would just walk aw-

It was warm. Her voice soft. There was no malice, judgement, or hatred in Ash's voice. With a sob, Muu slowly lifted her head and looked up. Had the girl always been so bright? She was right though, they had to move. With a weak nod, Muu grabbed Ash's hand and was ready to move on.