The Haunted and The Hunted

The girl slowly relaxed beneath the soothing ministrations, enough to finally give real thought to what Gwen had been saying. Whatever she was scared of, it had terrified her to the point of mindlessness, so it was good she'd finally calmed down enough for thought. That amount of fear and stress sustained for too long could kill you, and from the looks of the girl not much longer and it would have. The girl finally gave her name. Gwen didn't miss the way she'd begun to say something, stopped, and covered it with a stuttered change, but she didn't say anything about it. She was going to push her hard enough without being concerned about what she'd been about to say.

"Koba," she began gently. "You need to tell me what you're running from. What are you afraid of?"