The pale stallion had kept talking but she had missed most of what he said as she was suddenly reminded of her daughter. Slowly his words filter through the fog and draws her back to the present moment. She was here. In the Forest. And these two seem nice. Helpful. Roheryn had said that she would be safe. Her thoughts begin to slow and a calm begins to settle itself across her shoulders.

"I-I'm okay," she finally whispers as her eyes shift from first Zevulun and then to Ramiel, and before she can explain another approaches. There is a presence that follows the mare. An aire that demands respect but there is a friendliness in her gaze and a softness in her face.

"Roheryn said I would be safe here, and," her voice cracks as she tries to fight back the emotions that suddenly wash over her, "I'm sorry, I don't know what is wrong with me..." she whispers as she begins to shake her head back and forth. Despite the feeling of safety, she suddenly wants to escape. Escape from their kindness. Kindness that she did not deserve. Escape from her shame and the hurt that she had caused her daughter.

"Please excuse me," she steps back, her breath is held on her lips and a lump grows in her throat. She couldn't tell them. Tell them that she had abandoned her daughter, not once but twice. She had made a mistake in coming here. She pivots on her heels, her steps are slow and deliberate as she tries to think through her next course of action. She could go back to the Crossing, find Roheryn and tell him that she couldn't do it. Tell him to find a way to tell their daughter.

Yes, that was a good plan.