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She tried not to think too much. Tried to stay present. She could feel the change on the air like a pulled taut rubber band and didn't want to be caught unaware again when it snapped.

It wouldn't do to go about her new life never knowing what the fuck was going on. It was confusing, disorienting. It made her head hurt and her skin prickle every time she opened her eyes and realized she had lost time. That her body had been going through the motions — learning, living, making connections — without her. She didn't recover well from them. She could sense the others growing worried. Or maybe suspicious.

Maybe Sverke had told, after all. Maybe they'd all just figured it out themselves. Maybe they were scheming behind her back. To kill her or throw her out or torture her until she told them what they wanted to hear. She couldn't tell, but she could feel their eyes.

She... didn't like it when they saw her.

So she tried to be normal. Tried to plaster on a smile or a frown wherever it seemed appropriate and hoped upon hope they couldn't tell.

She breathed out a soft sigh, catching the hint of... sulfur? when she breathed back in. Her paws were moving before she really even had a chance to register, carrying her to the newly formed hot springs and the wolf that called himself her father waiting within.

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