The fear, frustration, relief, and everything she'd felt through the day was just too much. Like an over-loaded dam, her reserve just broke. She pushed unsteadily to her feet and stalked to the creek bed to search for roots and edible plants.<br/><br/>"Then how am I supposed to help you? and why did you even bother?"<br/><br/>Falling silent, she hoped deeply that he would simply fall asleep and leave her to stew in silence. Her anger was irrational, she knew, but it was all she could feel. Every time. Through her entire life. Every single time she'd tried to help someone, it had always failed. Most of the time she just made it worse. She was a blight. A curse. Damned to live alone, be a monster, because of her father. Because of what he'd done to her. She hadn't known better, and as soon as she'd figured it out, she'd run away, but still... it was inescapable.<br/><br/>Furious, crying, she kept searching for food. It she couldn't help him, at least she could feed him.