The dancing girl is clearly younger than her, Sanguine can tell from her scent, and yet she is already larger than the damaged plague daughter. It is a growing concern that Sanguine is learning of how large nearly everyone is within Moladion – they all think her to be some sort of ragdoll that they can toss around for fun. Silence washes over the wood as the dancer stops, clearly detecting Sanguine’s scent, and it is in this quiet that the hidden girl’s breath is held. She hopes that the larger girl does not seek her out. Her eyes shut tightly as she waits within the bushes for the other to just… go. To run along on her business with dancing through the trees like she had been doing.

But the softly parting of the bushes branches foretell of the terror that Sanguine had been wishing did not happen and one eye opens to see the dark face of the girl before she gasps and retreats back from the bush. Her breath is released and she feels that she is now safe. Something had turned the girl away from her, perhaps the smell of the berries, or… maybe something else. Was she afraid of Sanguine? That look on her face, it was a look of shock, something that made the matte girl think that her own appearance had been cause for it.

Quietly she speaks out in a dismal tone, afraid of what truth she may now uncover. ”You are afraid of me… because of my looks?” both eyes now open as she stares through the branches of the bush at the stranger. She does not look so intimidating from back here and yet she does not wish to move from her hiding place just yet. For now she will talk from a safe distance to find out if her beauty has truly been stolen by that wicked beast upon the river. She has worked to deal with the changes of losing both an ear and most of her tail but she had never imagined that others would recoil from just one look at her. It is a near heartbreaking realization.