Dragoncrest Cliffs the city in the sea

as the woman approaches, she shrinks away, cowering—for in her damaged, disoriented state, she mistakes her for Laurel, the browns of her coat all blending together too familiar. 

but she blinks, and the image clears, and she realizes this is a stranger, on strange land,

and a question has been asked of her. . .

womah', Avicus manages, the last consonant nasal, stuck up in her throat. damn this tongue! h-hay' me. hay' my fa. . .my fah. . .

she struggles over the word, intending to say 'father'. but. . . fami'y, she concludes lamely. that's just as well; they are one in the same, and she thinks Laurel would kill them all in her insanity if she had the chance.

her eyes rest upon the sentry's chest, unwilling (unable?) to meet the opposing gaze, which is, in this situation, likely a good thing.