[Need was about to say 'Of course I am' but hesitates, confused. There's this weight in her seeming-of-a-body, and this odd and distant pain. Less about the place itself, more about emotion and the memory of Darkwind. Darkwind trusting her, starting a friendship that by all lights was fairly casual. She doesn't want to leave that, she realizes, and curls the fingers of that hand into a loose fist. Staying isn't an option, she's well aware. There's never any going back.]
You may have to take the lead.
[If she was advising someone in her position she'd sigh irritably and say 'Ask for help, you fool'. Unfortunately, the thought of needing help literally does not occur to her, let alone asking; the thought that she'll rally to follow if Celehar starts to walk away is the closest she's got.]
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[Need was about to say 'Of course I am' but hesitates, confused. There's this weight in her seeming-of-a-body, and this odd and distant pain. Less about the place itself, more about emotion and the memory of Darkwind. Darkwind trusting her, starting a friendship that by all lights was fairly casual. She doesn't want to leave that, she realizes, and curls the fingers of that hand into a loose fist. Staying isn't an option, she's well aware. There's never any going back.]
You may have to take the lead.
[If she was advising someone in her position she'd sigh irritably and say 'Ask for help, you fool'. Unfortunately, the thought of needing help literally does not occur to her, let alone asking; the thought that she'll rally to follow if Celehar starts to walk away is the closest she's got.]