Blackfeather Woods The day I lost my other half...

She had arrived, but she lingered in the shadows, only allowing her head to show as she observed the scene. Quiet had, like a few of the others, just arrived from a trip, but she did not show herself, too late to help, too quiet to say any words of comfort like the white-clad woman had. She observed, as she always did, disconnected from their sorrow yet feeling sorry for doing so. Quiet blinked as Nemesis fled the scene, then shared a glance with Cicero. Like him she felt detached from the situation, and had a pit of guilt and sadness deep within them. But unlike him, she didn't have to be.