Larksong Grotto i've got this restless ache at the center of me

When greeted, the other speaks up and Cascada absorbs the words before she realizes they are not in a tongue she recognizes. Her ears fall back and she tightens her jaw, uncertain what to make of what she’s just encountered. She opens her mouth to say something, to question her… or something, but the other clears her throat and apologizes, switching awkwardly to words she does finally recognizes. Cascada tightens her jaws and tries to relax, feeling suddenly out of place. “No, I’m okay,” she says, the lie easily slipping from her teeth as if she’s said it a thousand times. Her body has thinned more than ever before, each rib more prominent than the last and her struggle only continues. The girl offers a weak, hollowed smile before brushing it off. “I should go. Someone is waiting for me,” she informs and, carefully, begins to walk away from the woman.