Deepwood Weald Black-eyed Susan

Apparently, Wren had made a mistake. The woman who had approached her was now gone, and in her place was a fearful, shaken soul. She says something in a language Wren does not understand, but she acts as if she does anyway.
Hey, wait, you're alright, is her feeble attempt at making a connection. She doesn't touch her again, but she reaches forward. it's okay. Is something wrong? 
When she looks into the eyes of the young girl, she feels mirrored. The quiver to her lip and the wide blank stare are familiar in a way that sends a chill that reaches the small of her back. 
Reverie has been through something.
You're okay, She says it again. Wren surprises even herself with the smoothness of her voice, her feather-light tone. are you in danger?