[ Good luck finding her. She ran the whole way up, and she just kept running through the forest that appeared in the torrential rain that, based on the mud, had been falling for a long time. She's happy for it, because it helps her tell herself she isn't crying. She runs and runs and runs until she can't run anymore, and then she starts wailing on a tree. And screaming. Finally, legs thoroughly bruised and knuckles thoroughly cut up, clothes thoroughly soaked and filthy, she gives up and curls into a little ball. ]