[ Should anyone look at the Vine, they would find a young, mousy girl looking back at them. She jumps when a rabbit hops into her lap, and it is only after some hesitation that she reaches her hand out and slowly strokes it. She seems to relax a little after that. ]
This... it's not home. But it's not hell, either.
[Hell. How long had she spent in
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