The Sentinels grace in your heart, flowers in your hair.

She thought she was alone; so alone in fact that her sobs grew in strength when she realized, yes, she had wandered so far off the beaten path that she had no home, and nobody was here to help her. It had been a mistake to go exploring for recruits without an escort. Leaving Cam alone when he needed someone was a mistake too, and so was her attempt to visit Elysium - mistake after mistake, and -

Her sobbing grew from subdued and contained gasps to a gale, like she was a babe again, and her thoughts muddied together in her head until she was pure emotion spilling over, storming. When she was all but out of breath, she heared a softly spoken voice that reminded her so desperately of home; light and soft like Olive, sweet like Seabreeze, it wrapped around her like a warm blanket and eased some of her sorrow on contact.

Ibis fought to compose herself in the next moment. It was one thing to let her brother know of her sorrows, another entirely to introduce herself to a possible friend while blubbering like a child. She sniffled and tried to stop the overwhelming pressure in her chest, but the redness of her eyes was clue enough to her struggle. She looked to the woman shyly, knowing it was too late to prevent a pathetic introduction; another failure for Ibis.

I lost s-snff-someone, she managed to say, and looked at the ground where her tears had dotted the soil.