You're outta control
She had crept down into the woods below, looking for a place to hide for a few hours or so. She almost felt like a child again. Always dodging looks from others and tiptoeing around those who remained in the Tarn. It was a pathetic life for the former queen of stone but it was what she had come to. Most days she lounged in her den with a careful eye on Valentine. Some sickness was creeping through the aging Santoro but she dared not bother anyone. Something about suffering in silence and such. Perhaps it was just a tail-end summer cold that would pass with some time.