"Um..." She swallowed a little bit and continued to stare at the ground, hands in her pockets. "I'm still seeing somebody, my psychiatrist. Just for more help." Frida smiled a little bit, "He says I'm doing much better though." She found the stone she had kicked before and gave it another tap, making it fall into a drain next to the road.

Frida nodded, "I know that...it's just-" She sighed a bit, "They don't want to leave me alone for too long. Ya know?" She caught sight of a man riding a bicycle and spaced out for a moment. "Maybe I'll just tell them, they might understand more than I'm giving them credit for."

Frida laughed loudly, "Maybe not THAT bad." She chuckled and said quietly, "Dragged through a hedge..." *teehee* "You stay around me long enough and that's bound to happen. I go hiking a lot, so I might end up forcing you along with me one day."
Frida gave an overexaggerated gasp, *GASP* "You believe that I would steal another person's dog?" She laughed again, "I would never do thaaat." Frida gave it some thought, "Not unless they were abused."

She raised her right eyebrow, "Oh, some pal you are." Frida chuckled, "Can't even lie and say, 'She's a lovely, wonderful lady. Wouldn't harm a fly.'" Frida smirked at Malachi.
"Work was always organized when we had our own offices, so there was little stress." She spotted another small rock on the ground, aimed to kick it, but missed. She decided to pass it off as fixing the heel of her converse sneaker, since it skidded across the sidewalk. "Then I'll be sure and be perfectly sweet if I ever see her again. Wouldn't want any more visits to St. Mungo's."

"They're bringing all the animals back at once?" Frida raised her left brow this time, "That's going to be somewhat hectic I would imagine." She looked towards the tops of the buildings, seeing that the sun was finally out of their path, and for the most part, not blinding them. "I would love to see Lemuel. I've never had the chance to see a falcon close up before." Those birds would always stay far from people where Frida lived. Which was probably the smart thing to do.

Frida could finally breath again once Malachi retreated somewhat. 'That was terrifying...'. She assumed prematurely that she would be able to relax her hand again, but she was wrong. Instead, Malachi had a careful grip on her.
'Oh no. Don't say that!' Frida could feel all of her color leave her face. Leaving it a porcelain white. She could feel her throat start to hurt, 'Never hurt me.' her eyes filled with tears and when she blinked they cascaded down her face. 'That's what Blaze said too.'
Frida was quiet for what seemed like an entire five minutes, thinking things over. The past year and a half of her life that she had wasted stung now more than it had in weeks.

Finally, Frida simply nodded and said, "Okay." She wiped her tears away with her hand just as the queue moved up.