Mona shook her head a little to say, It's fine, it doesn't matter, don't worry about it, because in the grand scheme of things it really meant so little. Her sisters had come for her and she was safe and loved.
The only person who wasn't safe was the poor woman Mona had found.
She looked over towards where she'd been and said, in a very small voice, "that's where she was lying." She swallowed. "What was left of her."
Mona closed her eyes tightly for a moment, wishing she could forget that sight. When she opened them she almost expected to see her lying there in the moonlight, but it was still just herself and Kit.
"Kennet-" A heavy breath out as she tried to control the shaking in her voice. "Kennet made me go over and look at her... asked me to see if I find any clues."
It was an attempt to explain (she would realise later) that she belonged here at the cirque just like anyone else. She could be helpful. She could be part of this family. She wasn't just some scared and useless human. If the Ringmaster wanted her to examine a torn apart body, then Mona could examine a torn apart body.
Mona felt sick.
She hadn't even met the dead woman before. This was a member of her new family that she had only seen after she had left them all. And then, upon realising something, she felt her vision start to blur with tears she refused to shed.