Jade Fern Grove won't stop the pain, but she'll smell like fabreez

It was a long moment before anything happened and Ocra began to think he might not say anything at all. She sighed heavily, shifting her weight a little, and found she wasn't surprised at all. He'd denied everything the whole way, and while their first meeting had been brief, it gave her an idea of how the rest of him looks. While she didn't know much about him, she was beginning to realize she probably didn't need to know much more. 

When he did speak, however, her eyes lifted suddenly and searched for his face. When she didn't find it, she questioned his sincerity, but the silence following didn't even her any further answers. It is only when he spoke again that she felt a little uncomfortable but his discomfort had become obvious at that point. 

"I don't know," was all she could muster. When she thought his apology might be for show, she would have said no. Something else was underlying she couldn't put her paw on and she was sure she wouldn't be able to find it without asking, though asking seemed unwise. "Why are you here?"