Sunbeam Lair [m] Just give it time, the sands will pass

Fiona had found that, given permission, folks were willing to talk about themselves pretty readily. This lady seemed no different in that regard, and Fiona settled onto her haunches, tail wrapping neatly around her front paws. She was in quite a state, this stranger, and Fiona watched her movements and mannerisms with interest. The way she stuttered around words, danced around what she really wished to say, it was really quite sad.

Something bad had happened here, to this young woman, and Fiona pressed her lips together at the confession.

Do you want to be? Over it, I mean? she asked. Months was a relatively short amount of time to heal from something truly terrible, and Fiona had known some who took years to truly overcome their fears. Not personally, as she was rather a young thing herself, though her elders had passed the stories down to her.