Mmm. It's sorta like that? When I first ran away, I met a bunch of people I thought were really nice, but they weren't. I got to travel with them for a while, before they stole most of my stuff and ran, one night. [ she frowns, shakes her head. gods, she hasn't thought about that particular experience in forever. ] I barely made it through that winter, and then after that, I kinda stopped talking to people.

[ wow, that's a downer! time to lean into that relaxed feeling and try to laugh it off. ] So I guess I'm the scared one. Weird, right?