Honestly she wasn't sure why Magnus always moved about with a scowl and an odious personality on him. Despite his negative outward behavior he did not hurt her. Instead the entire time she drifted between the thin veil of life and death he was there with her, coaxing her (sometimes rudely) to eat a bit of whatever food he had snatched up, and growling when she cried out. Memories of her mother came flashing back over and over and she was conflicted. As the time had passed since her mother had disappeared she had begun to branch out and to grow into a thinking, feeling wolfess. Not the shadow girl she had been before. Because of that she was confused. Confused between the vast feeling of certain love she had once had for her mother and for the way her body recoiled at memories of abuse at the paws of that same female. She tried to reconcile it as she had done when she was younger. She had deserved the scars that now flash beneath the fur of her hips and yet, she couldn't quite make herself believe it.

At the moment he trails behind her with his familiar overbearing posture. It is comforting to have him behind her for he is so large, so hulking, and so standoffish that if anyone thought they could hassle Fjallraven they were in for a fight. Really, she was just wolf fodder anyways. Walking around like some reanimated skeleton with nasty wounds on the mend and a shakiness from lack of, well, everything. A few times during the trip she sighs and pants, her body so weak that this movement seems to suck everything from her. Her muscles ache and her head pounds and she wonders how she even survived this long. Did Reich even miss her? Maybe he was glad she was gone so he could spend time with Everlyse. Maybe Jericho had forgotten all about her after their last meeting. No one could care about someone like her, she reasons, and Magnus only did it because he was secretly a knight on the inside even if he acted like a villain on the outside.

The water felt like magic as it cools her parched throat and fills her empty belly. The earth here is fresh and clean, not stuffy like the den where she had spent forever wallowing in the stench of infection and blood. She drags her dull golden eyes back to him as she answers her in his familiar gruff voice. He might not like it but she found his impatience relaxing. "I'm sorry for keeping you there," she replies in her angelic voice, although it is still somewhat listless and her eyelids roll down in an exaggerated slowness as she tries to fight her sense of exhaustion. Her belly gurgles in protest of too much water and not enough food.

"I don't know. I don't have anyone there. My friend... I haven't seen him and he probably doesn't want me back anyways," she answers in a sorrowful tone, thinking of Reich. "I just cause everyone problems." Which was the damn truth, even Magnus thought it and she knew it. "I don't know what to do. Maybe you should have just left me." There is was finally, after all these years, a bitterness to her voice, a reluctant acceptance of her uselessness being voiced. The realization that she was worthless, exactly as pathetic as her mother had said, and her eyes slide away from him as she stares at the water unseeing.