[ Aren't you dead? The number of times she's heard a variation of those words is starting to affect her. They're wearing away at her nerves, revealing her frayed edges and hints of both anger and pain hidden beneath her usually professionally stoic mask. But there's no escaping it when another version of herself was trapped in this town for months, making efforts to keep this town safe and then dying in a way that left a profound impression on the people here.

So because there is no escaping her fate and avoiding it will only prolong her suffering until everyone has worked it out of their system, she makes efforts to be available to the people of the town. She takes walks around the town perimeter as often as the fog will allow. She visits the Community Hall to have a cup of rather terrible coffee. She stops by the General Store to take stock of their supplies.

And while she will never turn away from anyone who approaches her, as the days go by, it will be easier to see the weariness in her expression and the tense set of her shoulders. ]