She's been wandering for quite a while now. Maybe a week? Maybe more. It's been a while, and she's alone again. After the events of her friend and her father... she'd run away, leaving her on her own again and without any leads on how to get home again. So she's back to wandering the city.
Today she's found herself in a large building full of what she's pretty sure are called books. She's never read one, especially none that look like the books they have here. Maybe there's something more friendly for her size here...?
As she toddles down the aisles of the library, the child becomes aware of a... presence a few aisles away. A radiance. A warmth. She turns a corner and finds a large being, lightly colored and heavily armored. Are they a bug? She's not sure. But she knows that presence. It's similar to her father's, his pale light. This being is the same. He must know how to help her– or at the very least, he might be able to get through to her... considerably changed father. She walks up to him, comforted by the stranger's presence, and takes his hand to get his attention.
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