"Derek?" She seems confused to even see him - especially since she's almost run into him, and her brows furrowas she looks over her shoulder. It's clear that she's got no idea how the hell she even got here, that she's not been thinking about that as she walked. "I... The dog- She needed to go out for a walk-" Her hand is trembling as she lifts it to her lips, trying to gather herself. "I'm-" She doesn't even know how to answer his question, about if she's hurt, and all that slips from her lips is an odd sort of sound that's clearly not right.

Macha whines as she moves closer to Tara, leaning against her pantleg because she knows that there is something wrong, but obviously she doesn't understand what.