In fact, tonight had become one of those trying nights of being subjected to growing phobias. It felt like an anxiety to be within smaller rooms now, which she slowly developed over time. The thought of seeing a shrink was something that grossed her mind at one point but ultimately decided against as she felt it wouldn’t solve the issue but to only worsen it and herself. Therapy doesn’t work for everyone and she always held that at the forefront of her mind. But, she also wasn’t the type to be able to hold all of her feelings in at once. She couldn’t recall how many times she felt guilty for leaning on her former foster sister and crying on her for hours. Even then… Elara stayed by her and it meant a lot to have someone to rely on. Then again, that’s why the two lived together now anyway. It seemed the best to give that girl some stability while also giving herself some. A win-win, really.
A blood curdling scream shook the red haired teen from her sleep. Having a recent attack, Lehanna had taken to a nearby alleyway, covering herself in blankets and a hooded jacket to conceal herself from others while she slept. Immediately she had thrown all items to the side and stood up. With it, her foot kicked up a metallic sounding item covered by a cloth. Moving it aside from her possessions, a sword spewing a heat that would make a cactus sweat. Making her way towards the sounds of screaming and splattering sounds, Lehanna arrived to discover a blood bath that had ensued. The kind seen in many horror films and graphic crime shows. The type nobody outside of video games, comics, and tv would ever think would happen in real life. And yet… she was seeing it. And it paralyzed her momentarily until the scream of a middle aged woman snapped her back to reality. The fire mage stormed over as fast as she could to intercept what she would hope to be the next strike of a victim, or make herself one in the process if she believed it could save someone.