[She looks around, thinking. She knows she can't run. She could change and try to fly off, but with the way it's always raining here, she doesn't think it would work too well. She could - she doesn't have any other ideas. For a moment, she's sure she's going to be sick, but she isn't.
What she does do (stupidly, embarrassingly, she thinks) is start to cry, bowing her head and bringing her hands up to her face to try and shield it. It doesn't hide the way her shoulders start to shake, though.]
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What she does do (stupidly, embarrassingly, she thinks) is start to cry, bowing her head and bringing her hands up to her face to try and shield it. It doesn't hide the way her shoulders start to shake, though.]