"How much do you know about the attack?" Lavender asked warily. "There were the cameras. Have you... watched?" She didn't like the thought of that at all.
"I keep talking about needing to get help," she admitted. "And now I actually need to do it instead of keep hiding. I feel... I don't know. Brittle. And I don't like it." Lavender fiddled with the cuff of her jumper. "I want to go to Avalon. I don't think I'm strong enough to make any decisions beyond that right now. A friend offered me his place to stay, if I need it. Says he hasn't used it much lately. I just don't know where I'd feel safe, you know?"