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Her journey was cut short, however, by the pale form of Potema. She stepped back stumbling a little, as the ankle she had chosen to brace herself was the same injured by Dash. Her gaze fixed on the other, the one she had decided was good. A healer, she had helped Althaia in the past. "I-" She stopped, mind wiped blank. What could she say? "I'm running away"? "I hate it here"? "I'm scared, sad, angry and hormonal?" None of these things would do.

What was she even doing? Trying to run would be futile, and likely lead to the death of her children. Too late. Trapped. A flicker of fear passed over her face like a cloud before she spoke, unsure. "I don't know." she managed at last, for truly, what was she even doing all the way out here?