Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Melody hesitated only a moment before she stepped inside. Now that she had the opportunity to really study the girl, she realized just how sickly she was. Suddenly her throat felt tight, and she remained glued to where she stood near the entrance.

She was very pretty, especially when she smiled, if Melody only looked past the signs of neglect etched into her features. What had she been put through? But Melody couldn't bring herself to ask. She blinked, and stared, and after a small silence remembered how to speak. I'm Melody. I was there when uh... you arrived. Maybe you don't remember, She fell silent again, stewing in several emotions she could hardly identify.