Oh dear.

She's probably not going to make things any better by just going?

She reaches out to pat her hand, stopping short of touching her to check whether this is a mistake.

It is a mistake.

Before the girl's hand even gets close to the woman's, Emi backs up onto the corner of the cot and wraps her arms around her legs.

"I'm sorry." She speaks into her own folded wrists, rocking slightly in place.

Yeah, okay, this is above her challenge rating. Back out she goes.

It's a while later - in fact she's moved on to looking for a solution to her other problem, 'where am I going to sleep today' - before it occurs to her that she could try letting Mhina know. She's not sure that that will work, and wouldn't be even if today wasn't being one of those where nothing she tries works, but - well, at least she can go see what kind of mood the woman's in. (And maybe she'll have a suggestion for a safe enough place to sleep, too. It's getting to be well past a comfortable hour for her to be awake.)

Mhinasukambre is cheerfully working on prepping the wagons to move. She wants to get them about forty miles upstream before nightfall, so that they can plan a fording over calmer waters on the morrow.

And no sign of the orc, right?

No sign of the orc.

If hanging around looking distressed doesn't get Mhina's attention in a reasonable amount of time, she'll interrupt her.

Hanging around looking distressed does in fact get Mhinasukambre's attention.

Said attention doesn't cause the old adventurer to drop what she's doing immediately--she has a responsibility to everyone in the caravan, not just its youngest members--but she extricates herself expediently when an opportunity presents itself.

"You alright?"

"Enh," she answers, and then turns and heads for Emi's wagon.

Uh.

What.

Mhinasukambre wavers for a moment between following up on this bewildering exchange and returning to her duties at the caravan head.

In the end, she opts to trail the laconic stowaway.

Wagon: Emi's. She stops outside and makes a face.

“Oh, was Emi... not there, last night?”

Mhinasukambre looks from the girl to the wagon. Notices that the latter is unlocked.

”We really shouldn’t ought to barge in on her. This is the time of day she likes to sleep, and she needs her rest before we cross the rapids tomorrow.”

Headshake.

"Kosh."

It only takes that single word for Mhinasukambre to instantly understand what’s transpired.

“And you already woke her up, and she was upset, and you don’t know what to do?” She considered feigning ignorance but decided against that very quickly. “Okay. Yeah. We should talk to her.”

Mhinasukambre pauses for a moment to examine the girl’s countenance more closely. Her fists clench.

”He didn’t touch you did he?”

Headshake.

She opens the door and steps into the back of the wagon.

Emi remains more or less in the position she was before.

The girl stays in the doorway, fretting.

"Emi?"

"She saw, Mhina."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"How could you let that happen!?"

"...Kosh said it was Aki's turn last night.

"He is a Chaotic. Evil. Barbarian." Emi stares daggers through her 'friend' Mhina. "Those are known to change up their schedules, from time to time."

(This... seems to be helping? Ish? She's not paying very much attention to the actual words right now.)