[Allison is midway through her crying jag when Lydia arrives, and shoves a fist against her mouth to stifle her sobs when she hears her voice. She waits a long moment until she trusts herself to speak, and does her best to make it clear and strong as her voice drifts through the trees, maybe two or three yards in.]
Over here.
[She doesn't stand up or move to be seen...the moments Lydia will spend tracking her down, she can use to try and wipe at her face and nose.
Yes, it's pointless, but she doesn't want to appear any worse than she needs to be.]
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Over here.
[She doesn't stand up or move to be seen...the moments Lydia will spend tracking her down, she can use to try and wipe at her face and nose.
Yes, it's pointless, but she doesn't want to appear any worse than she needs to be.]