Fox's Glade that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound

"I'm just saying," Maegi argued, voice prickly, giving a shrug of her shoulders. Why should she care how others perceived her? She just needed some help, and if that help was conditional. . .she'd try to find it elsewhere. "Thanks for the food. And I do trust you. I've just. . .it's just sucked lately. Everything." She let a sigh slip through her nostrils, wisping white in the chilly air.

That was about as eloquently as she could put it. How else could a child explain what she'd been through? One day, perhaps, she'd have a way with words, but for now the words eluded her, giving rise to wordless feelings and thoughts instead. And there were plenty.

"I just wanna go home," she admitted, slumping a little. Her wariness had slipped enough to let Indra see some vulnerability. "I don't know how to get back."