Blackfeather Woods jasmine

Her head remains against the ground, eventually turning so she’s not directly facing the stranger. The disgust is evident in his words, surprised by the sight of her. She can’t imagine the shock someone feels looking at her when she barely knows herself. Only the image of her former self remains and she doesn’t suspect she looks anything like she once had. The stranger stammers over his words, offering his assistance. Ears twitch upon her head but ultimately stay low.
 
Her stomach churns at the thought of whoever he is getting closer, trembling and trying to shake her head. The stranger sounds nothing like Him in tone but she shies away nonetheless, hoping to be left alone.
 
Tahani.
 
Her ears lift a little, turning back only by an inch, but hesitating. “Tahani,” she says quietly, thinking fondly of the woman that brought her food. “Ta-Tahani?” she asks, a little louder this time.