What did you think would happen?

Ever since her rather unusual introduction to the man named Inverno, Mara had been sticking around the general area he'd hung out in, more so after her initial reunion with Amos. It had gone so, so wrong. For a while she couldnt face her son, didnt want to, was too ashamed. Hell, even now as she made her way east again in the fading evening light she would repeatedly consider altering her course or going back. But she couldnt do that. She had to try andmake things better. Even if she didn't find a way to fix things, she knew she had to try for her sake and Amos'.

Ever since that failed suicide pact of sorts, Mara had been in a strange place. Now that she'd really opened up the floodgates for the dark thoughts to get at her, the woman would go back and forth from warring with her own guilty mind to seeking escape in any of its various forms. Afterwards, whether she got high or drunk or did some other stupid thing, regret washed over her, sweeping her up violently in its clutches like tidal wave. Even at the beginning of her downward spiral Mara knew she needed to stop. But she couldn't, was too weak-willed to rein it in until she was almost out of control.

She was in control now, though, and that was all that mattered.

Today the wraith would find herself exploring further, chasing that scent again though far more cautiously this time. Being found before she was ready didn't sound too good right now. Right now the most important thing was finding Amos. It was important that she know he was doing okay, even if she didn't keep hold of her courage when an opportunity to talk presented itself.