<span style="font-style: italic">As she sat there waiting, her mind wandered slightly. From what she was doing there in that city, to what she would do once she found what she was looking for to begin with. That is, if she ever found it. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a saddened expression on her face. Doleful eyes and brows pressed together gently, a pout on her lips appears. She had been looking for so long, in so many different places, but nothing seemed to want to reveal itself to her. No answer was within her reach, the only thing in her grasp was nothing but darkness and confusion.<br/><br/>Looking up from her spot on the bench, she notices that sure enough, there was the human woman from the other day. The one that could see her. The one that spoke to her. And, if she was to guess correctly, she was also the one that had moved her from where she had collapsed in the snow to that abandoned building to, she hoped, keep her safe from being harmed.<br/><br/>Standing up, she slowly walks over to the woman, and stops in front of her, bowing her head low in an apologetic way, before speaking, her voice as it was the night before, sad and lonely and lost.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">"I apologize for everything that has happened last night. I did not mean to cause you any trouble, nor did I have any intentions of downing the spirits of the citizens that live here with the cold and snow."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Standing up straight, she gazes up at the woman's face, her eyes gazing, hoping that the woman would understand that she truly was sorry, and hadn't meant any harm to anyone that happened to currently call that city of Paris their home.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">"I cannot help the cold that follows me. It is just who I am, how I always have been, and who, no doubt...I will always be. If you wish me to leave, then I will. I shall go elsewhere, to try and find what I am looking for. But....I hope that you will allow me to stay."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Standing there, with her hands clasped behind her back, her long white hair gently shifting every now and then due to the slight breeze that brushed past them, she waited. Wondering what this human would say to her, wondering if she was going to get an answer. And if so, what would it be? Would the woman make her leave, or would she let her stay?</span>