Neverwinter Forest tear out all of your tenderness

whoever lurks outside her hidey-hole grows near, and the panic she should be feeling is strangely absent. the closer the stranger comes, the more clem leans away, but she does not run. when finally the stranger - a woman - pauses and speaks, clem runs a worried tongue over her lips, gaze fixed on the stranger. "ok," and then, in elaboration, "I would like to stay here, please." maybe it's the crushing loneliness, or the way things have become unreal, detached, but she dares lean forward in an attempt to investigate the other, flinching back when her dry nose collides with a forepaw. 

"oh!" slips out, and then a soft, "sorry."