With apparent safety now at hand, her head relaxing into a constant, but dull thud and a moment to actually think about things, she feels overwhelmed.  Tears burst forth from her.  She cries not her name but "Why?  Why me?  What did I do?  What am I being punished for?"  A slight pause in her outburst before she almost yelps out "MY CAT!"  In all the flurry no one has thought of her furry.  She needed to get home and feed the poor beast, give it some company.  It is awfully lonely being stuck in a room alone for full day, she knew that all too well.  Her fears for herself now rechanneled to something she could do, she focused on her cat.  "We need to see to my cat."  Her eyes were pleading even as the tears poured from her eyes.  Waves of emotions finally finding an outlet would not be stemmed easily.<br/><br/>She reaches up a hand to her braid and releases the long black hair with an audible sigh of relief.  The pounding in her head lessens slightly as she rakes her hands through her hair.  She wipes a few tears from her face to find the wetness is not pure.  Her face must be a mess.  If her face is a mess, she realizes her need for a shower.  She looks down and is still in his shirt and boxers.  "PLease, let me go take care of poor Miss Kit.  I would be quick about it."  She begins to plot for a shower and a change of clothes while she is there.  She is rather fast at this stuff, even in spite of the long raven hair.<br/><br/>His request for her name finally gets an answer though, "I am Gwin."  Her amber eyes, wet with hysterics seek the calm of his softly glowing blue eyes.