"Sent here...?" Were these people of her world? Were they banished too, was this a place they sent those that were no longer needed?
She rested her head against the trunk of the tree. The small scratches hurt, but they were nothing like the Scrunt wounds she'd had before. Still, Story wasn't used to any sort of pain. And she wanted greatly to return home.
The Narf lifted her head to look at him again. Anywhere. Anywhere she could be safe. She touched a dripping strand of hair, the droplets wetting her finger tips.