Wapun Meadow open my chest and color my spine

ooc; thank you kindly!

"n-no" she'd shake her head, knowing logically the only way for her to get over this phobia was exposure. constant exposure. as much as she hated to place herself in anxiety-induced ways, Winnie realized she'd only get better if she socialized with the right people. "it isn't y-your fault" the man before her now was at least understanding and not outwardly offended by her stutters. she didn't recline, still unsure of his presence, but at least she told him he didn't have to leave. "puh...please. stay. it's fine. I-I'm Winona." she offered him her name to try and distract herself.