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She was ready to go and seek humans. She was. She was ready to seek other humans.

Not quite this fast, not nearly this many. Golden eyes flinch from the light, pale limbs cringe from the noise, and only the questioning noise from the long-legged, long-furred hound combined with the sight of the land outside the door causes her to move.

She flees from the front door and out the back without ever testing the wall behind her, or managing to acknowledge anyone she may have run over in her wild flight.

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"Different worlds." She doesn't dis-believe. She doesn't comprehend. Ash gives a sigh and leans against her person's leg.

Another nod.

"I know it can be hard to accept, if you aren't used to such things."

"I'm not used to." People (Time) "I've been away." Her sentences are fragmented, she's still so (wounded) lost. "It isn't the place."

"I can see how that would be startling, as well," Serafina says, and considers. "You should be able to return to where you came from by going back through the front door, if you feel able to cross through the bar again."

(No) "Not yet." She says, glancing at the door and away again. "I can't."

Serafina nods again, her gaze sympathetic.

"I don't think anyone will object to your remaining out here, until you feel you can." She pauses, then adds, "And if there's any help I can give that you'd accept, I will."

Humans--assuming this girl is human, which she seems to be--interest Serafina occasionally, and often, help is easy enough for her to give.

She is human, but touched by the Moonwoman. Touched by the Moon. Her dog, for all that she is only a dog, is also touched. "I don't." Have anything to trade. "Thank you."

[OOC: Brain dying--slowtime?]

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