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“It matters.” Jenny moved from her huddling position into a crouch. He was likely dangerous. She couldn’t let him catch her off guard. @Weaver of Lights

Jenny didn’t trust this stranger. He was dodging their questions. That meant he probably had an answer they wouldn’t like. ”Why?” She pulled Sword just slightly out of its sheath. Jenny needed to be ready to spring into action. @Weaver of Lights

Jenny looked up. Her emotions were finally beginning to fade, but there still was a sense of lingering dread surrounding the newcomer. She hadn’t been thinking straight, had she? A vague scared feeling wasn’t enough to mean that she was crazy. She nodded. Then she realized they were probably in danger and put her hand on the hilt of her dagger. Jenny repeated Ed’s question. ”Why are you here?” @The Aspiring Archivist

Jenny just shook her head. ”Not real, not real, not real…” That was the only thought currently left in her brain. @The Aspiring Archivist

Why was she feeling worse again? Her emotions once again flared up, and she buried her face in her knees. Normal people didn’t make her feel like this. Maybe she’d been hallucinating everything. Was Ed even real? @Weaver of Lights

Ed was talking to it. It- he was real. He said that he was a half-blood. That didn’t make sense. Why would he be approaching them? Were they taking too long on the quest, was he backup? Some of her feelings began to abate, but not enough where she felt like she could hold a conversation. She tried to wipe away her tears, now thoroughly embarrassed. She’d been sobbing because a regular person had walked up.

Jenny looked like she was staring right through Edgar. What if… what if it was real? It was too late for Ed to not think she was insane. The person-thing terrified her. Would it try to hurt Ed? She whispered to him, voice barely understandable through its shaking. ”It’s behind you.” @The Aspiring Archivist

Jenny just stared right at the hallucination, eyes wide. She was clearly looking at something that terrified her.

By this point, Jenny was unresponsive. Seeing whatever that hallucination was had pushed her too far. She cracked open her eyes and saw the hallucination again. It felt so familiar. Like he’d always been there, somehow. Had she always been crazy? Had she just been ignoring it this whole time? She turned away from it. Maybe she could learn to ignore it again. But it was getting clearer. She wanted to flee from it, but she couldn’t get her legs to move, even sit up straight.

Right when Jenny’s thoughts were beginning to come back, she saw something out of the corner of her eye and finally made a noise. It was a whimper of terror, loud despite her efforts to stay silent. She was losing it, finally losing it. Her hallucinations were back, but this time it was more than blood. Everything was blurry through the tears, but it appeared to be some sort of scary humanoid. Jenny squeezed her eyes shut. The feelings were still there, and now they were only doubling in strength. She was insane. @Weaver of Lights @RoyalBeeMage @Scars of Hathsin

@RoyalBeeMage

Get help. Then Jenny fell off of the edge. Her thoughts were completely gone. She could no longer understand what the feelings in her head were. All she knew was that there was a lot of something, and it was very bad. Tears started streaming down her face, although that was unnoticeable due to her face being hidden by her knees. @RoyalBeeMage

Help. Jenny couldn’t think much more than that. She was approaching the point where her thoughts devolved into only feelings. It felt like there was too much stuff shoved into her brain, like it was going to explode.

Jenny was spiraling. She couldn’t stop it, just sit there and feel her brain slowly melt. She knew that she probably needed help from someone else. She needed to do something, anything, interrupt the spiral. She’d break down, otherwise. But doing things was hard. Even lifting her head felt like too much. Jenny clutched Gift. She knew it probably couldn’t help her with this, but she hoped it could anyways. Her thoughts weren’t coherent enough to ask.

Jenny attempted to take deep breaths to calm herself down, but that somehow just managed to stress her out more. She suddenly got up, ignoring the massive flash of pain in her side, and stumbled behind the tree, where she was hidden from view. She sat down, although it was more like fell down. Burying her face in her knees, it took everything she had not to hyperventilate.

Jenny smiled and started playing with it. This time, however, it wasn’t quite enough to banish her nervousness. She managed to sit with only one knee up against her chest but remained visibly tense. The additions of the pain in her side and subconscious worries about Roy had pushed her deeper into anxiety territory than before. She suddenly felt like she was going to hyperventilate. @The Aspiring Archivist

“My brain doesn’t like doing nothing.” Jenny made a brief effort to sit in a normal, relaxed position again. That just made her more anxious, however, so she went back to sitting with her knees against her chest. Her inability to relax, of course, made her even more anxious. She was jealous of the other quest members who seemed to sit still just fine. They all had ADHD, so why was Jenny worse at it than them?

Jenny nodded, although she was rather tense. She liked being with Ed, but now that they weren’t alone again her mind began to wander. She tried to think more about her distrust of Roy, but couldn’t form any coherent thoughts about it for some reason. It made her head hurt a bit, so she quit trying with an uncharacteristic lack of curiosity as to what was causing that. Her mind was still anxious, however, so it instead latched onto her worry about succeeding on the quest, about meeting her father, about accidentally hurting Ed. She raced from thought to thought, pulling her knees to her chest as it became a bit overwhelming.

“Hmm…” Jenny tried to stretch, then immediately regretted it. “I dunno.” She couldn’t move around to do things like training or finding dead things and had neglected to bring anything fun with her on the quest. She started aimlessly tracing her finger through the dirt, making nothing more than squiggles. She didn’t have any new references for her art yet.

Jenny was getting bored, so she poked her side to see if it still hurt. It hurt. She wasn’t really sure what else she’d been expecting. At least her head didn’t hurt anymore.

“Jill.” Jenny sounded out the name to test it, then nodded in satisfaction. Jill was a fitting name. She finished the rest of the naming and started to put the daggers back in her pack. It looked like she was trying to play a deadly game of Tetris, with some of the weapons at seemingly haphazard angles. It worked better than one would expect, however, and she soon had closed her dagger-laden pack without issue. As soon as she was done, however, she immediately remembered that she was sitting near Roy and was tempted to hide under her jacket again. Jenny wasn’t very good at lying, so she was afraid she’d let something slip if she said something to Roy.

“Ooo, I should name them!” She had finished laying them out and started to tap each one, saying a name for each. ”Bella, Henry, Bob, Ella, Oliver, Annie…” This went on for a while as she paused to ponder the appropriate name for each individual blade. She came across the dagger Ed had been using during throwing practice and held it up. ”What do you think this one should be called?”