Cerulean Cape less of a stranger

Lost? Lost. If only. I know exactly where I am, Dinah hisses. I'm not a baby. I can handle myself, mister. Who did he think he was? Who did she have to go back to?
Bears. For all she knew, that was merely a ploy; a ruse in order to get her to go back to her parents. As if the one wasn't dead. As if the other wasn't nearly there. As if she didn't have a job to do here.
Acid burns at the back of her throat; the whites of her eyes flash wildly as she takes another few steps back. I'm fine. You can leave now.