the forgotten one
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Rachias was silent from the moment that she stepped away from her father to the moment that she was able to pull the door to the shack completely shut, trying to keep herself calm as to not make her father aware that something might be amiss. Even with the door shut, Rachias waited until she a bit of a distance away, a few feet if anything, before she finally would allow herself to speak. She turned to the male then, only to be bombarded by his words before getting a chance to speak herself. Arms cross over her chest after a moment, visibly frowning, and brows creased in concern. She didn't know whether to check and make sure the stranger was okay or if she should yell and scream her lungs out at him for causing such a ruckus.


"If you know him, what is his name?" She questioned him then, her voice serious and somewhat distant. Rachias knew that, even if the stranger could answer her question, it didn't mean that he still wasn't here to try and harm him in some way. Maybe he knew that her father was sick and had come to take him out while he was weak and unable to fight back. "And why are you here anyways, if you knew he was sick?"

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