Whitefish River some unconscious stream of twisted logic

she's not quite sure what to make of all she knows, now. that time she'd felt truly alone, when Aure had left them to fight a stranger without a word, Dragomir had fled, and she left alone with a stranger. just thinking back on the situation brought with it all the hollow panic she'd felt, and she withdrew slightly, unconsciously, from her mother. 

but her words brought her back to the moment, and she had no further desire to think on what was the past. there was no changing it, nor the lessons of distrust and fear it had taught her. "what does it do?" she asked, squinting down at the smashed green on the cave floor. it seemed to her that chewing it up would be significantly faster than grinding it into the rock, but her herb knowledge was dismal.