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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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She's giggling.

"PoOr ThInGs."

She's not sure who she means.

(Yes, and no) She hurts too "Yes." Her voice is soft, but not quiet, "We are."

"We ArE."

It's agreement.

It's apology.

"ArE yOu ThiRsTy?"

It's life.

"I am." She says after a minute, but her glance at the bar says that she can't go in there yet. Its too loud, bright (real) for her right now.

"Oh."

She kicks her legs.

"WaNt SoMeThiNg?"

"May we have water?" She asks, after a minute.

"SuRe."

She doesn't move.

There's no water.

"In a bowl for Ash and a cup for me, please?" There is always a price.

"--Oh!"

There's always a price.

And she smiles anyway, and there's a bowl and a cup and water that's just water, cool and wet and neither bitter nor sweet.

"Thank you." She says seriously, and woman and dog both drink with gratitude. She doesn't ask the price. It will be paid (in time) eventually.

"ShOuLdN'T," she says seriously, and watches with mismatched eyes.

"Right now I do." She says in return, "Later I won't."

"LaTeR mAtTeRs FoR OthEr."

OtHer something. OtHeR forms. OtHeR people. OtHeR things.

Later doesn't matter right now.

She doesn't know.

Later is later.

This is now.

There's water still in the dish.

Eventually there isn't water in the dish. "I know." She says.

"We'Ll SeT uP a PaYmEnT pLaN."

There's always a price.

You can joke, if you're the one owed, if you want to.

But there's always a price.

"Alright." She says, nodding, "I will."

"Yes."

Simply, and softly, and with a hand stroking her hair.

"You will."

It's only fact.

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