The day was overcast at best, although, it didn't really make a difference in this girls life. The short, fragile girl had wandered only a few feet from the cabin she inhabited with three other individuals. She knew not where each of them were at the present time, but for once, being by herself was not bothering her. Perhaps it was the fact that she knew at least one of the three would be back sometime during the day. That reassurance was enough to keep her frightened thoughts at bay. Her sensitive nose inhaled the scent of the herbal paste that Svara had rubbed on the cuts that covered her legs. The numerous cuts were healing nicely thanks to the efforts of the gruff healer woman. She knew not how someone could be so callous to others and still have so many friends, although she personally did not know the female all that well yet. Perhaps there was more to her than her snappy, rough side.
Feeling her way back to the cabin, the slender optime slowly slid down the wall until she was seated quietly on the ground, her back leaning against the front wall of the structure. This was as good a place as any to listen to what was going on around her. Ruri's half-folded ears perked to the sound of a robin twittering in the surrounding foliage. The musical tones washed over her, leading her to smile pleasantly at the sound. Her pale blue, pupil-less eyes wandered aimlessly as the adolescent continued to listen. Normally she would whistle along with the bird, or start singing one of the songs she had learned in her travels with Jacquez, but the normally happy girl could not find the music within herself at the moment. Too much had happened recently. She hadn't had time to deal with the emotional baggage from her ordeal.
It had been three days since Firefly and Svara had brought her back to this house. From what she gathered, not one of her friends had been found. Shaking her head sadly, she forced herself to think about something else. She refused to even contemplate the idea that she might never see Jac again. Instead, she began to play with her long, straight, slate grey hair, particularly her long bangs which hung on either side of her face. Of course, what she was doing was a nervous habit that she indulged in when she was upset. Unfortunately, it was a rather inefficient coping mechanism. A blind girl could only do so much with her hair. After a minute or so of twisting and curling her hair around her fingers, the girl sighed. "This is silly," she told herself. "I'm going to drive myself crazy if I don't stop all this worrying," she thought out loud, her soprano toned voice carrying a scolding tone. She did not talk to herself often, especially not out loud, but stress often leads individuals to do abnormal things.