[Her face falls, her brows knitting in confusion. No...?
"I'm Ingrid. I live with my brothers along this street. Our monster neighbors have always been good to us...really, I'd be happy to be able to help the Fog's other children."
She shifts from one foot to the other. Her overalls are clearly meant for work, and they're out of style even by Bavan's standards. They, and her shoes, have been repaired many times.
"Is, um...is there something wrong with me, Fog-Chosen? I can find somebody else, if I'm not the kind of human you want to eat. Just tell me what you need -- I want to help you any way I can."]
big old cw for cult behavior/thinking/self sacrifice,
"I'm Ingrid. I live with my brothers along this street. Our monster neighbors have always been good to us...really, I'd be happy to be able to help the Fog's other children."
She shifts from one foot to the other. Her overalls are clearly meant for work, and they're out of style even by Bavan's standards. They, and her shoes, have been repaired many times.
"Is, um...is there something wrong with me, Fog-Chosen? I can find somebody else, if I'm not the kind of human you want to eat. Just tell me what you need -- I want to help you any way I can."]