Does she worry about it? Quite a bit. Isn't she supposed to? Because of that, because of that one little thing... She can't hear the voices anymore. She turns inward to find that connection and it's just gone. A stifling emptiness left in its place. She thought... She thought she was going to die, consumed from the inside out by an intense hunger that she couldn't understand the reason for, but still knew enough to be terrified of.

She nods a little, her tiny brow furrowed as she presses her hands a little harder just above her stomach. "It was something bad. I didn't know, but it had to be. Because she won't talk to me anymore. If-- If it wasn't something wrong, then she would still talk to me, right?"

She would still be here, would still want her, would tell her what she should do now to make everything better. She doesn't want to feel this way. She's never been alone before, and she doesn't know how to undo what's been done to make her this way. She doesn't... even know if she wants to undo it. She likes the feeling of being a whole person of her own, but she doesn't like being so alone with it.

Tears bead in the corners of her eyes, like she wants to cry but she's trying hard not to. "I'm scared. What if... she doesn't come back?"