Wheeling Gull Isle Bears - beets - Battlestar Galactica.

A woman adorned by a striking flash of red appeared, and draws close to comfort her. Lilitu noted vaguely that her interesting pelt and beautiful features would be absolutely gushed over in Akashingo, but the initial feeling passed quickly, replaced by more grief.

I'm sorry, she managed through stuffy nose and sore throat, after she'd broken down completely in the other's arms. It's— just so hard. To know it's terrible back there, and. . .

She sucked in a sharp breath. It's my fault, Lilitu whispered, as if she sat alone and scared in a confession booth. Mea culpa, mea culpa—mea maxima culpa. I led the bear there. I was injured, and looked for help. . . It's my fault.

How could they still abide her here? How could they ever look at her again?