a little unsteady

She's shaky. She's unusually unsteady, stumbling back to Boreas. She's not sure even where she's going. Not sure where she's going until she gets there. There's an empty wandering, a hollow feeling in her chest. Selene hurts. She aches. She's not sure why. The scorn of the moon moves over the ground, wandering the East, cold and... unsure. Cold from the inside out. Always cold, always unsure. Empty. What was in her chest? Devoid of feeling, and she's not sure what end is up.

It's at the edge of the Lover's Mangrove when she picks up the scent her subconscious has been tracking. She's shaky, she hasn't eaten in days. Something has happened, and Selene is... repressing it. Holding it back, keeping it down, and not... tapping into that feeling. Unsure of exactly when she's been driven to find the only boy that's... well, more feelings she wasn't entirely sure she could find the words. Cold and lost, Selene hits the dirt at the border.

Sleep washes over her before she can revolt against it.

"Speech."