Wapun Meadow i'm just as fragile as you

Her jaw tensed as he spoke again, her hide visibly flinching as though his words were whips. She was terrified, but doing what she could to remain where she stood. It took all of her willpower, what little of it she had, and her strength, which she had even less of. It was only because she had never been harmed in her life that she did not flee. Even for all of her withering, the flower seemed rooted. 

It... it is not your fault, she breathes at last. No, it was not. It is mine... all mine. She had left long ago—she was to blame. What if what had happened to mama had happened to them? Sesi blinked several times, not quite knowing what to do—or say—and felt a heavy weight upon her lungs due to it.