This time, the questions got to her more clearly.

The girl shook her head. She had a mission. She must complete it.

This meant getting to him.

She pushed herself off the bed. The floorboards beneath groaned as she attempted to regain her long lost composure. She pushed her hair behind her head, attempting to neaten it the best she could without a mirror. Sweat still dripped down her, but her anxieties were dying down. She lowered one hand, pulled another fist towards her lips and cleared her throat. Expertly, she placed her hands behind her back. Still feeling queasy, just trying to hide it, she spoke in a proper yet slurred tone.

"Y-yes. Thank you, ma'am. I apologize for overreacting." I tend to do that a lot... "My family does indeed live in Scara Brae, although not in Stonevale." She did not even realize that in her dazed state, she leaned against the bed again. She focused of watching the drow's face as she spoke. "They live in Oakwood. Have you heard of it?"

No, I do not have a bed to go back to... Her thoughts were sadly grim, realizing how she had no home in this time. She was a meager wanderer, a traveler. She came to fix a problem before it spun out of control, yet she would be left with... nothing. For the first time, the reality of never returning hit her.

Her thoughts became timid and nervous. Like a puppy, she whimpered, pulling a hand to her chin and biting her nails.