She nodded and hummed, considering the implications. The expression on her face was a peculiar mix of delight and annoyed peevishness. Then she sighed. "I don't suppose it makes any real difference," she mumbled, again scratching at her damp, waterlogged scalp. "But I meant it, when I said I don't have any skills. I don't know... Gods, what am I supposed to do now?"
It was less dramatic than before, but the cold nausea that swept through her gut still made her blanch. All the safety nets and structures put in place to keep her fed, clothed and comfortable were suddenly not there anymore, and her mind became a whirl of misery as she considered all the problems that lay ahead.
"Where are we going?" she asked, in a feeble attempt to avoid sinking herself into utter despair.
It was less dramatic than before, but the cold nausea that swept through her gut still made her blanch. All the safety nets and structures put in place to keep her fed, clothed and comfortable were suddenly not there anymore, and her mind became a whirl of misery as she considered all the problems that lay ahead.
"Where are we going?" she asked, in a feeble attempt to avoid sinking herself into utter despair.
