Wapun Meadow i. a vagrant you shall become

Empathy pooled in her remaining eye, blinking away remembered pain as it drifted earth-bound to rest on her paws. 

"For what it's worth," which wasn't much, admittedly, "I'm sorry it happened to you. It isn't easy." Oh, how she knew - the loss of grace as she stumbled half in the dark, the humiliation of horror in another's untainted and whole gaze, the theft of something that should not have been stolen.

"Newish," she allowed a faint, sardonic tendril of a grin at an attempt of coaxing a smile. "I fare alright, I suppose, though things remain...jilted." A grimace, consternation, as she cast her gaze about - flickering in all directions to properly place her surroundings.