Ingress of the House of Arch

For a moment, her smile is puzzled. It's not quite rude, but it's... odd. Off.

(She'll give away everything she's been given, before she leaves these woods. She'll learn.

All the hard times are coming (http://ofthatantet.livejournal.com/1775.html).)

"Thanks! And good luck. If you're looking for help, I don't really know anything about this place, but he's--"

She glances back through the doorway. He's not her dad, not quite, but he's--

"--good. He's a good guy."

"See you later." She moves on, vanishing between one step and the next; there's a faint smell of still air, heavy with the scent of roses.