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[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina is very near to tears by the time she stumbles out of the woods near noon, scratched, bruised, and muddy from her frantic run through the woods, limping a bit. It took her all of the morning to find her way out of the deep woods where she was led. Weary and hungry and more than a little confused and therefore frightened, she flops down in the grass in utter relief, staring at the Mansion with more relief than she's ever felt upon seeing a strange place.

Talking to someone would be lovely. Especially someone who can make her feel less bewildered.