You can't just walk in here-

Her eyes scrunched tighter as Morwenna moved about the room. If she just pretended she wasn't there, eventually she'd get the message and leave too, right? Wrong. The scent of fire chased away what lingered of Dread's scent in the room and while it ripped her heart away with it's sudden absence... perhaps that had been just what she needed. Maybe she should have let the monkey open the blinds.

That certainly didn't mean she was eager to leave... but a swim would be nice. With any luck she'd get pulled into a rip and drown out at sea, that would be a nice way to go, wouldn't it? She didn't think of the children currently with her mother, of all she had yet to achieve... She turned her attention inward, it was still there, a little spark of herself. She could do it, get over this injury. He had always been a Fatalis, what did she expect?

Wenna was right. She stunk and itched and needed to get to the ocean at a minimum. Pushing up onto her feet, she strode out the door and down the stairs before shaking her body, a scowl set on her face at the dust and fur motes that glittered in the air around her. “Urgh,” She was never going to let herself go this far again. “Surprised yer came in with this reek rollin' off me...” stale milk and musty puppy smell mingled with something damp, like a rancid algae bloom.

Once they got to the beach, she wouldn't go far from shore, just deep enough so when she laid down, (since when had her limbs been so shaky?), the water would comfortably cover her shoulders.

She just had to make it down there first.

“Speech”