"Oh no."

She turns to look at Sable, smiling sadly. "Would you like to come inside, dear? I'll make you a cocoa."

Sable hesitates for a long moment, sniffling a little, then nods and walks inside.

Inside, Sable finds a quiet hallway to a cozy kitchen, easily visible from the door. A few minutes after the little foxgirl sits herself on a stool, Marble comes inside as well. 

"Let's see about that cocoa, little bit."

And she sets herself to bustling about warming up some milk and mixing up a nice mug of cocoa.

Sable watches, tail hugged to her chest. She ran out of tears on the walk to town, all she's got left are occasional sniffles. She doesn't know this woman, but at least she seems nice.

"It'll be three days before the caravan gets here, Sable. The trip to Argus will take another week from there. I have some spare bedding and the couch folds out, so you can stay here until the caravan gets here."

She finishes making the cocoa and sets it in front of Sable.

"What sorts of things do you like to do?"

Siiiiiiiip. Oh, it's good!

"Well, Dad was teaching me how to use a whip, and that was fun. And I like to read. And it's neat to see how things work."

She takes another sip. "This is really good, Ms. Marble. Thank you."