Hushed Willows I don't know if I am dying or living

She didn't notice her visitor at first, selfishly too distracted by her own thoughts to really pay attention to her surroundings as usual. It really was a miracle she was still alive--or was it a shame? She was never really sure. As she walked, eventually the figure illuminated by the moonlight caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Sif stopped moving and turned to see the girl sitting a distance away watching her but saying nothing. She looked around nervously, unsure what to do or say. Socializing was not really in her skill set, and she usually just ended up crying these days. She remained frozen in place as she watched the girl, waiting for a cue to tell her what to do next: stay or run?