Can You Feel Culpability

She already knew Kariya wasn't happy with her sinking back into her work like this, but now that Yuka was dragging her back home - well, she wasn't thrilled about the inevitable lecture she'd be getting.

    does it make you uncomfortable?

         does it SCARE you?

you’d better  RUN                               RUN                                      RUN !!

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She keeps her flower close to her body in order to keep it warm, and goes toward the rabbit traps to check if anything had fallen into them. It's a tiring trek, certainly, but she needs food. And for Krampus to stay away, she'd need Abigail out to help collect all the rabbits. So, off the two of them go.

And yet, she is set on her quest, so she isn't quite paying attention before she feels the fabric around her. It's warm, and she does like the feeling, but any sort of relief is squashed by the knowledge that Abigail couldn't have done that. Though the scarf remains on her neck, she quickly moves backward, fishing for the hatchet stored in her backpack on instinct. She doesn't swing yet, she doesn't tend to strike upon others unless they take her first. But she's poised, ready to strike. If the Constant has taught her anything, it was that she should always be ready for trouble.

It speaks in regards to her camp... It should seem like a harmless question, but it doesn't feel quite that innocent. So, she knows to keep it vague for the moment. No need to lead a stranger somewhere so important. "Yes, we do. But I've some things I need to check on before I go back-" she replies, tone as flat as possible, in hopes that she wouldn't betray her apprehension. "Thank you for the concern, but I do have things in order." Even if she truly doesn't want to, she heads to take the scarf off her shoulders and hand it back over. "You shouldn't give things away so easily, you know, especially not in a time like this."

abigail's white eyes narrow, and she flickers out of view for a moment before reappearing a bit more in-between wendy and the stranger. the ghost hovers in place, folding her arms. ( subtly, her fingers sharpen into claws. ) she squints up at the stranger.

"our camp's none of your business, buddy," she gives a low, rumbling groan, "what, you wanna steal stuff from us, huh? you think you can do that?"

"Easy, kid." Hands are stuffed in its pockets. "You're shiverin'."

There's no real expression on the strangers face, more staring past the two girls rather than at them directly. It listens though, both to the human child and its peers(?) in its ear. They're right to not trust it, there's no blame there. It would avoid itself too if it could; the horrible human it was (was it even human anymore? After this long?). If it didn't have a craving, maybe it wouldn't be meeting like this.

Regardless, the hesitant girl takes its offering off, making it shift uncomfortably. Even in the state it was in, there was a pang of 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 there. It wasn't quite sure what it was and at this point, it had started assuming every feeling was just hunger. That 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 pangs again, catching the other child flicker in front of it before the scarf can be taken back.

𝕾𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊? 𝕴𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊?

Not like its friends(?) at all. No, no... its friends(?) were 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘. Either way, the dead one seemed upset. It looks up at her, hands going back to its pockets. Then is smiles.

"Ah, it's fine. I got a spare. That one was already warmed though." It shits it's own tattered bag, which rattles audibly. "Good on ya two for not just trustin' any old stranger that wanders about. Though, I can't quite make out what the late lil lady's sayin', sorry."

It was odd, back when it first got here, any ghosts and the like would make it feel... unstable. Nowadays, it just made it feel sad. "Ain't too fond of me, I assume? Can't say I blame her, it ain't exactly common to come across anything sentient out here, let alone alive. 'N' when ya do, they usually want ya dead as they''ll be if they mess with ya."

"You at least got folks back there waitin' for ya right...?" Again, that 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. "Ain't alone out here...?"