Rowan Fricks and Mary Campbell
As soon as the woman made the comment about water, Rowan nodded. “Alright, stay here for a moment to catch your bearings and I’ll be right back.” She gave her one last look to make sure the other woman was okay before jogging over to where they were selling water and bought a bottle, which it wasn’t as cold as Rowan would’ve liked, but it was cold enough. “Here you go, this should help.”
She handed the bottle to her before finally replying to the past comment. “Sometimes even when whatever in the past had nothing to do with you,” she commented. “But no, whether it’s people not letting you move on from it or yourself, it’s always something causing that thought to poke you when you least expect it.” Rowan played with the necklace around her neck for a moment, a horrible habit she had when in thought or debating about something. After a moment she stopped and spoke, “I’m not trying to step over any lines, but if you wanted to talk about it...well they sometimes say a stranger is the best person since they won’t do any judging.” Rowan wouldn’t mind if she said no, but she felt she should offer.