Tasia rolled her eyes, and mumbled a few things under her breath, "Turning down supplies would be stupid, and at least i retain the ability to leave.." She weighed her options. She clutched her shoulder and as much as she hated to admit it she knew that she could probably benefit from being in a group. Tasia was still guarded. She look at the man whom she had mended "i patched you but your gonna have to walk on your own." She knew people were growing closer and she decided to follow the girl to the cabin. Although she still wasn't completely sold. She had been betrayed by her family, how could she trust strangers? She was going to have to make damn sure they didn't find out who she was. At least the war had taken care of most of the legal documents so she didn't have to worry about that.<br/><br/>She headed up out of the ditch, taking a deep breath and headed out in the direction the girl went. For a moment she loathed herself. She couldn't believe she was making herself vulnerable. After a moment of feeling this she realized it was more fear. Fear of the unknown. This could all go really bad for every party involved or it could work out. But nevertheless she was fear full. Her shoulder was still hurting and Tasia began to wonder if her injury was worse than she realized.she switched her bag to the other side to take pressure off the shoulder and while that helped some the pain was still present.<br/><br/>As Tasia walked she thought back to a memory, the flashes were a painful memory and she tried hard to suppress them but her mind wouldn't allow it. She was young, about 7. She wore a nice dress with lace and all the frilly girly things. She was in the back garden of the mansion. The maid off to the side cleaning the rug and the gardeners tending to the flowers. Just as quickly as the memory started peacefully it turned ominous. The light hue that her mind painted it in turned dull and dark. And the yelling seemed so loud that it muffled the real world. She tried once again to stop the memory but it was useless. As she stood in the garden she watched the horror unfold and she tried to stop it. As she grew desperate to shut the flashback off, she squeezed her shoulder. The amount of pain this caused washed the flashback away and gave her relief from that. She would rather feel the pain of the shoulder than deal with a flashback.