With paws gingerly tucked against her chest, Citlali heeded the man's words—he was a medic, so it appeared. How curious. Huitzilin knew well of the herbs, yet the interest could hardly be called a profession. The woman calmed herself, sucking in a deep breath and coiling her tail around her rump.

'I—I apologize for my rudeness, miss, but...' Her head canted, skepticism growing in her taut visage. 'Are you alone? I am familiar with blindness. I understand the challenges you may be facing.' Oh. That wasn't rude.

How strange it was that people would always be afraid to speak of the subject. It was no insult to call her blind—for she was. She always would be doomed to see naught but the shift between light and dark. It seems that I am, she remarked, ears swiveling about as though to listen for Naira. She would not be here. I was not before, but... But she found herself in some strange, foreign world. How was she to explain that to a stranger?

His nose brushed against her shoulder, a gentle action, one she could easily recognize as benevolent. Still, she shuddered, a compulsive reaction. 'Trust my guidance, let us escape the rain, miss. I will move as slowly and as carefully as you need.' I trust you, she murmured, bracing her hind limbs against the sodden ground and hoisting herself up onto her feet. She braced herself against his flank, gaze held steady towards the ground. Ny name is Citlali.

One would assume—at least, Citlali would—that the generous release of death would offer more solace than life. Yet, her ribs continued to jut from her sides, and hunger still gnawed at her torso with frantic fervor. Was this death? Was this the afterlife, and he, an angel? Or was there some other unforeseen fate which led her here?

Citlali only knew that this was not home. Naira was absent. So was the comfort of grass, replaced by roots that gnarled over the ground and trees that towered high above her head. The sightless girl turned to the stranger, Rouche, and pursed her lips. Where am I? Her brows furrowed. Something deep-seated held onto the belief that the answer was far more complex then it could seem.