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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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An answer was not entirely expected, and Makita grins. She turns back to the woman, "What were you running from?"

People "I'm not." She says, stops, starts, "Its crowded. I've been," (healing) sick "away."

Makita considers this, trying to figure out what she could mean. An idea begins to dawn on her, "Too many people? Inside?"

She nods, "I was going to" (not that one) "the city. I wasn't ready."

"You need more time, right? I can offer you a place to rest. Sleep if you want. One away from all the people. Until you are ready."

"I..." The wary look deepens in her golden eyes, "why?"

Makita thinks for a moment, "Because when I first arrived here others helped me. If I, in turn, can help someone new then I would like to." She shrugs, "It is your choice, but if you feel that you need more time, and perhaps some rest..."

"Where?" I don't like walls (Safe) Her voice isn't harsh with anything but disuse. She is just (afraid) lost.

"I have use of a room. It is... well, not especially large. But it is quiet. You may sleep there if you want. You could sleep outside, I suppose, but it's so very cold."

"I can't." Go back in there, not yet! "Thank you. I'll. I don't like walls." Stone around a gar(No)

She gets another nod. "You want to stay out here? That's fine. Here..." She shrugs out of her coat, emptying her pockets onto the ground first, and then hands it to the woman. The coat is oversized on Makita, but she's rather small. Perhaps it's a good fit for the woman.

After a minute she says, "I don't...have anything to trade." But she takes the coat, and wraps it around her shoulders.

It is a little loose; she isn't very lithe.

"Then you may simply borrow it. When you have rested, when you're ready, you come inside and find me. Okay?"

"I will." She says, nearly smiling again and curling her hands into the coat, "Thank you, Makita."

Makita does smile. "Then I'll go now. You need some time to think, to collect your thoughts. You need some time to get ready." The smile widens, "And you will get ready. Eventually."

She nods, "I will." (Time) "I will." The second time is firmer than the first was.

Makita turns to go, flashes another smile over her shoulder, "I know. I'll be waiting when you are."

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