Imaginary Nightmares [AW]

She was paying close attention to the young wolf, and when it hit the girl, Irie felt sympathy fill her heart. Oh, poor creature. She certainly hoped there were no such things as ghosts, but the stories her family told said otherwise - so she believed that Dagmær saw the ghost of her friend, and little would sway her from that belief. However, instead of insisting on that, she simply murmured, "Oh how I hope you are right, young one." Her heart just broke as she watched the girl try to leave, only to sit down with a thump instead.

Irie listened with compassion, and nodded in agreement. "I can do that," she agreed easily. That was her plan to begin with; someone so young had no business being in these woods, though it was surely an accident. She smiled as the girl went on to apologize. "It's alright, sweetie, don't worry about it. You're right, I don't know. She could very well be fine," Irie agreed quietly. She certainly hoped Dagmær's friend was still alive. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dagmær, though I wish in different circumstances. Now let's get out of here and get some food in you, okay?"

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