[She wants to believe that. After all... Sheryl was right, wasn’t she? Even if they hadn’t gone there, that King would still have come, right? It’s not like... any of them had opened that rift thing... Could they have?]

Why would the witch send us if we couldn’t help them... I can’t help but think-

[Not her, she wasn’t smart about those sorts of things, magic and fighting, but-]

If we couldn’t help, why did we even go...

[Her voice is quiet, tears hot on her cheeks as she mumbles her regrets. Part of her feels like this isn’t fair of her, it’s not like Sheryl has the answers anymore than she does, probably, but.

But she’s here and she’s sad, too.]