Larea watched with confusion as Sigrun spoke, not really sure where she was going until the very last moment, when it was already too late. The blood shot straight back up to her cheeks as Sigrun muttered those last words, coating her face in the same beet-red shade it had been very recently. She was just starting to calm down from the event, but now the embarrassment came back, ten times stronger than ever before; Sigrun had blurted it out with startling accuracy, in the middle of the only inn in town. There were countless people nearby, and though she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them, she was unable to shake the feeling that<span style="font-style: italic">every single one of them</span>had heard it.<br/><br/>She stood paralyzed for what felt like an unbearably long time, fear and embarrassment gripping her more and more. Eventually, she took the only way out she could think of, and without waiting for anybody's response, took off as fast as she could up the stairs, determined to hide herself in her room and never come out. An object from the pile of supplies in front of Zel's door had rolled over into Larea's room, and the tears that were rapidly building in her eyes were blurring her vision tremendously; without being able to see where she was going, accompanied by her inherent clumsiness, the object had an easy time getting in her way. Her foot landed on it as she ran, and it rolled out from underneath her, causing her to lose her footing and fall flat on her face with a very audible<span style="font-style: italic">thud,</span>only feet from her bed. She barely even tried to get up, finding that she didn't have the strength to move herself any farther than that, and simply collapsed, sobbing openly and silently on the floor with the door wide open, as she couldn't even find the will to care who was watching anymore.