Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

It was all wrong. Everything she had thought in the moments before were ripped out from underneath her in such a whirlwind manner.

Wrong, wrong, w r o n g

Her breath hitched as she moved to backpedal. She did not want to be so close to him anymore, feared what he might do with her poor decisions presented. She knew not who he was anymore. No. . .no, you're not. Not Peryite. Her head quickly whipped back and forth, a firm show that he could never be Peryite.

I—I'm sorry. . .I—