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Isabella "Bella" Swan (_bella) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Bella cursed her easily read expressions and ducked her head when he caught her looking. "It's not that..." She admitted, she knew she was safe enough for the moment, "It's just...my mom won't know where I am." She admitted. "She's going to freak out. She panicked when I went a day without e-mailing her." She realized that he might not know what e-mail was once she'd said it. It wasn't exactly a high form of communication in the Chronicles. "I just moved in with Charlie." She explained, only adding, "my Dad," as an afterthought. "So, she really worries about me know. We've never been apart." Still there was nothing she could do about that.

She looked down at his proffered arm, and though she wanted to take it, gave him a nod and followed after him instead. Sure, she was bad on her feet, and yes his help might prevent her from skinning her palms any further, but she needed to stand on her own two feet a little better--metaphorically speaking anyway. If she was all alone, then turning into some damsel in distress wasn't going to help. She had been the primary care giver for her mother for most of her life, and she could certainly handle being on her own, even in this strange new world.

She walked after him with her head down, watching the ground as she moved and tightened her grip on her backpack as she moved. She fell silent as they moved, not sure of what to say. She considered asking him if there were more people from Narnia there, but that just seemed to strange, and it meant she might have to lie again. Instead, she eventually settled on stating the obvious. "It's really hot and sunny here." She mused, turning her eyes upward for a moment, glancing at the clear sky.