Phone call to everyone, day 36

[awhitephantom]

[This is the sound of cloth being ripped up one too many times, tied, with a soft curse in Welsh. She's slept, and yes, she's a little weirded out. And she's not touching the subject of being sick any time soon.]

Your lodgings are... strange. Too soft. They're too far. [Too far from what, is anyone's best guess, but nature is what she's referring to.]

To think I haven't been taken in under a roof since I was small.

I don't like it. I'm going back to the forest.