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She was glad the woman thought that there was something odd with the situation as well. She didn't know what her Guardian was trying to say, but it was making her nervous nonetheless. She followed Étaín's directions and scrambled to the top of the cliff. Her feet had only been on the ground for a moment before she was being dragged off by Étaín. She didn't complain, though she did trip over herself a couple times before they reached the hiding spot. She felt almost like a child playing hide and go seek...then again, she wouldn't really know having no recollection of her childhood. Once crouched down she stared at the abandoned building and spot on the cliff's edge where they had climbed out.

"That man, if he were to have fallen out of that window, should have been dead the moment he hit the ground," she muttered, brushing dirt out of the cuts on her knees, "Nonetheless, there's something going on and I don't like it. Though I can't say my curiosity hasn't been sparked..."