You wandered out of town all alone. [ It's obvious, but it's softly spoken, her brow knit for a long moment — there's worry there, in amongst the fear. He walked out of Milton into the wilderness and there's all the dangers that come with that. The wolves, the cold, and whatever else lies in this place. Even the whispers. ]

There was no one around I could ask to help. [ So here she is, running off after him. Because she was worried for him, because she didn't want him coming out here alone, because she didn't know what else to do but to follow.

The answer makes her cringe back in horror. It's a terrible thing to hear, and there's no hiding how much is wounds her, how harsh and coarse it is on her. It's jarring against her own thoughts, against what whispers she's heard. ]

Listen— [ There's a shaky inhale as she fights for words, steps a little closer to him, crouching slightly. ] why... why don't we head back? We could talk there? You don't need to do this.