How a Simple Change... Changes Things
It all came down to three things.
One, I was screwed.
Two, my sister was alive but I didn’t know where.
Three, I was gods-damned screwed. How, exactly, was I supposed to hide myself with that-that thing on my hand!?
As soon as I got over my shock of the Mark appearing on my hand, I hurried back to my room and wrapped a bandage around my hand. I spilt just a bit of red ink inside to make it seem convincing. Up to the tips of my fingers, my whole hand was a bright red. It was almost as if I smacked it against a wall or something. I knew that Emm was one to actually check my injuries, but if I said that my physician looked at it, then she would let it pass...
Then again, that was a big, fat, ugly would. Heck, I didn’t think my physician would even bother coming this early in the day.
I eventually gave up trying to find an excuse, deciding to head to the kitchens to fix myself something to eat. I usually ate with everyone in the mornings, meaning Chrom, Emm, Lissa, and Frederick (if we could flag him down), but not this morning. With three of them gone and the sun just peeking over the horizon, I doubted Emm would even be up by now.
The moment I entered the kitchens, one of the early morning chefs stopped to look at me. I tossed him a smile, “Morning, Timothy.”
“M-Morning...” he answered back, staring at me with wide eyes. I shrugged off my mother’s coat and hung it on an open hook. It wasn’t unusual for me to just waltz into the kitchen and start cooking. In fact, nobody bothered to stop me since Emm convinced the kitchen staff that I really couldn’t do anything bad. They knew that I was just a Plegian kid with a sad future. Timothy was one of the few that pay attention to me without any reluctance or disgust. He treated me like he treated his own kids. Well, at least I thought so since he’d sometimes sneak some extra sweets into my pocket.
“Oh? Who’s this?” asked a familiar voice, “is he new?”
I turned around to see a maid, Floria, looking at me with her usual smile as she walked in with a bowl of grain. Floria was a maid that everyone knew. She had been around ever since I had arrived in the Ylissean castle. Though she was assigned to me, she didn’t treat me any different than anyone else. It was nice to know not all Ylisseans hated Plegians.
“Good morning, Floria,” I greeted casually, making my way to the pantry for some hint as to what I could make, “there’s someone new? I didn’t see anyone else except us when I walked in.”
Then I heard a crash and a loud thump. I jolted a little at the noises and looked back to see Floria and Timothy’s jaws dropped... and spilt grain.
“Robin?!” they both exclaimed. I blinked rapidly at them.
“Uhm... hi?” I said, completely confused. They shared a look before looking at me.
“What happened to you?” Floria asked as she stepped up to me. I laughed nervously as I rubbed my bandaged hand before me.
“O-oh, I hit something this morning and I-” I couldn’t finish as Timothy cut me off.
“No, no, no,” he said, shaking his head, “Your hair!”
I raised an eyebrow, “My hair?”
Floria grabbed a lock of my hair and pulled it into my line of sight, “It’s fading to pink!”
“What?” I had to take a moment to focus on the lock that entered my sight, and froze. True to her word, the lock of hair was definitely white, but gradually, it faded to a pink to a soft red at the very ends of the strands. “What the fu-”
Floria gave me a look and I changed my word midway, “-udge! This has to be some prank!”
Timothy ran a hand through his brown hair and scratched the back of his head. “I dunno, Robin, it looks pretty natural to me. How’d you do it?”
I stepped away from Floria, “What?! I didn’t do anything!”
“Oh! Did a spell back fire on you?” Floria asked, placing a thoughtful hand on her lips as she squinted her eyes at me.
“What?! No! You know how well I can handle spells!” I said, offended that she could say such a thing. I could handle myself very well, thank you very much!
Floria placed a hand on her hip and leaned back a little, “I must say, You don’t seem that Plegian anymore though.”
I spluttered, “What?”
Timothy stood by Floria and nodded, “Oh yeah, I heard of a dancer in Regna Ferox with pink hair. If anything, someone might mistaken her as your sister.”
I snorted at the thought. Sister? I had one, but I didn’t know where she was. Heck, I didn’t know if she was still alive. I forced a smile, “Riiiight, like my hair is gonna change anything.”
Shaking my head, I waved a dismissive hand in hopes to dispel the awkwardness, “Setting that aside! It’s time to get breakfast going, right?”
I turned around, brushing my hair back as I focused on making breakfast. Timothy helped me out by getting me a few ingredients and such, but he definitely couldn’t stop staring at my hair when he thought I wasn’t looking. Even as the rest of the kitchen staff slowly filed in, they couldn’t help but stop me to double check that it was actually me.
It didn’t take me long to get everything prepared. I had to ignore the looks of disbelief and shock as I walked out of the kitchen with a small pitcher of cream. Floria carried a tray of toast and eggs with a side of freshly cut fruit, enough to feed two, following close behind me. I knew that my new appearance would be a little... humiliating, but I was surprised that no one actually confronted me about it. Those who saw me either stared on or did a double take and ran off. Strangely enough, every time I looked behind me, I only saw Floria smiling her usual kind smile.
...Then again, with her around, I barely ever get bothered by anyone.
When I made it to Emm’s office, I could already hear her pacing back and forth in her room. I stood in front of the door, hesitating. Floria, sensing my discomfort, stepped up to the door. I stepped aside to avoid getting trampled as she swiftly knocked on the door.
“Excuse me, Lady Exalt,” Floria called out politely, “Breakfast has arrived.”
I pressed my lips together, only slightly upset at her as Emm’s voice came from the other side.
She sent me a slight smirk and opened the door, going right inside with me right behind her, “Good morning, Lady Exalt!”
“Good morning, Floria,” Emm greeted. she had her back turned toward us, most likely looking over some document or something. Floria placed the tray on top of a nearby table, and I placed the pitcher right next to it.
“Morning, Emm,” I greeted casually. I figured that if I was going to get through this, it would be best to be... subtle... if that made any sense. Floria gave a quick bow and excused herself from the room, leaving me alone with Emm. “Getting a head start on the day?”
“Oh, Robin,” she said, finally turning around with a warm smile on her face, “I wasn’t expecting you to be-...up yet.”
That smile slowly faded into confusion. I tilted my head at her, “Emm? You okay?”
She blinked once, then twice, then rubbed her eyes and blinked again. Then I remembered about my hair.
“Ah, Emm,” I quickly began, waving my hands, “I have no idea how-”
Emm didn’t let me finish as she walked right up to me and ran her hand through my hair. She looked into my eyes for a moment, her lips trembling for a moment-
Then she laughed, lifting her other hand to cover her mouth, “Ahahahaha!”
My face flushed in pure embarrassment, “Emm! It’s not funny!”
“But it is! You’re so cute!” she said, pinching my checks in the process. I let out an undignified yelp and snapped my hands to hers, pulling them away from my face.
“Emm! This isn’t funny! It’s a serious problem here!” I told her, but I highly doubted she would listen to me. After all, she was having her share of “fun”, I guess I could say.
“Ahahaha! What a morning to start with!” Emm laughed, giving me a hug. I felt a little smothered but I learned to love her hugs. In a way, it kind of reminded me of my mother.
Emm pulled away, holding my shoulders with a smile.
“Come, let’s eat before the food grows cold. We can figure out what happened a little later,” she said, leading the way to the table.
I nodded, taking a seat at the small table, “Yeah, you’ll never believe what happened this morning-”
She just knew she was being stupid, but she didn’t have much of a choice. The man before her had stolen the person she held most dear to her heart, and she was just about ready to murder that man! She gripped her silver sword tighter and held it ready. At the edge of her sight, she could see her white-haired ******* lying at the bloodied alter of the Dragon’s Table, completely still. She gritted her teeth. Her time was running short. If she was lucky, then she would be able to save the little life her ******* had.
She took a step back as Chrom dashed past her with a battle cry. She brandished her own sword and charged in just as Chrom slashed at their enemy. His attacks were blocked with bolts of electricity. She swung her sword horizontally across the unguarded back of her enemy, but her enemy was quick to leap into the air.
“Ravina! Above!” Chrom exclaimed. She snapped her head up and quickly leapt back as a ball of purple energy crashed into the ground.
“Chrom!” she cried when she lost sight of her companion. The smoke cleared quickly and she saw Chrom shaking his head to recollect himself. She took a step in his direction but halted when her friend was shoved into a pillar by a bundle of purple lightning. Flustered, she gripped her sword and dashed at her enemy, who formed another spell. She leapt into the air and angled her body to strike downward as hard as she could, efficiently stopping the spell and forcing the enemy back.
“I’m not going to let you kill Chrom, too!” she declared as she pointed her sword at the enemy’s chest. The man glared hatefully at her and growled slightly as he prepared for his next attack. Chrom appeared at her side and held his sword at the ready.
“Let’s end this. For ***** and our futures!” he said, glaring at their enemy. Ravina nodded and raised her sword with both her hands on the handle. Her left foot slowly pulled back and her sword came near her face, its tip pointing at their enemy’s neck.
“For my *******!” she declared. With a cry of determination, Ravina dashed forward, pushing off with her left and took a fast swipe at her enemy. Chrom was close behind with his sword trailing behind him, scratching the floor and flying into the enemy’s side. They didn’t dare to let up their attacks, even when their enemy blocked most of them with his cursed lightning. Ravina held back, waiting for the right moment to strike his weak point.
“You can never change your fate! Grima will be revived!” their enemy said with an angry tone. It didn’t discourage either of them (more like enraged them further) as Chrom let out a frustrated roar and knocked the tome out of their enemy’s hands. Ravina quickly took the opportunity to run him through, a little close to his heart for comfort (well, to her satisfaction). She stayed there for a good moment to let her enemy take in the pain. Blood splattered on her favorite coat and she didn’t care.
“*****,” she began with a hash tone, “***** was my *******, our comrade! Our teacher! Your ***! We could’ve been a family, but you were so blinded! I don’t care about Grima. I don’t care if he was to be the sacrifice and I the vessel! I’ll never forgive you.”
She took a step back and kicked her enemy off her sword; dark smoke billowed out of the wound. She tore her eyes away from the scene and saw Chrom apply pressure on a cut on his arm. Ravina hurried over.
“Chrom! Are you alright?” she asked as she sheathed her sword and looked at his bloody hand. Chrom gave her a smile.
“Yeah, just a scratch. What about-” he began, but cut himself off when he looked at the dying man. “Brutal as always, huh, Ravina?”
She held back a small laugh. “Brutal? He deserved worse.”
Chrom straightened up and began to head to their friend.
“THIS ISN’T OVER!” a voice screamed. Ravina snapped her head in the direction of her enemy and leapt into action when she realized what he was about to do. She barreled herself into Chrom and shoved him aside, getting the full impact of the spell. Thousands of shocks ran through her body as she let out a blood-curling scream.
“Ravina!” Chrom shouted as he recovered from his stumble. He rushed to her side and held her in his arms. “Are you alright? Don’t worry, thanks to you we don’t have to worry about him.”
But, even though Chrom was calling out to Ravina, she could barely register his words. Her vision blurred and her hand began to move on its own to the small dagger she always had on her. As quick as lightning, her hand moved.
“Snap ou-Gyuk!” Chrom was unable to finish his sentence as his eyes widened in shock at the pain that erupted in his side. He slowly looked down to see the dagger buried deep into his side; Ravina’s hand still tightly griped around the hilt. She stared at her hand in shock and jerkily removed her hand from the handle. She looked into Chrom’s eyes. She could clearly see shock and disbelief, but it melted into forgiveness.
Chrom had forgiven her.
“Chrom, no... no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Words of apology spilled from her lips as she stumbled away from Chrom, away from his arms. He forced a smile.
“I-It’s not your...your fault. And it will ne-ver be your fault. Please-” he took a shuddering breath. “Promise me you’ll get out. Go.”
“Chrom...!” Ravina watched in horror as Chrom crumbled to the floor and his blood stained the red carpet, tuning it a darker shade of red. With Chrom out of her sight, she could see the alter of the Dragon’s Table. She began to crawl toward the alter. Her whole body shook in horror and refusal as a loud echoing laughter haunted her, blaring loudly in her head. It was all her fault. Overwhelming guilt washed over her and she regretted everything she had done.
“Hey, Ravina, I think I know why Mother gave us our names...”
Blood dripped from the edge of the stone table, silently filling the cracks.
“They both mean ‘bright’. I think that’s what she wanted.”
The sliver knife gleamed in the dark light, loudly taunting her.
“For us to be bright... Ahaha, what do you think?”
~In That Field~
“Is she alive?” Chrom asked as he leaned over an unconscious woman. She was wearing a purple coat lined with an awfully familiar pattern that seemed to fit her quite nicely. Her skin was fair and her sleeping face reminded him of a certain tactician. The only thing that really separated the two was their hair. The woman’s hair slowly tinged to a soft pink at the ends.
Lissa came over the woman’s other side and leaned over her, too.
“We have to do something!” she said with a slight tone of worry. She took a look at the woman and a slightly confused look. “...Hey, Chrom, doesn’t she look like Robin? She even has the same coat, too.”
Chrom hummed in agreement as a picture of Robin napping on the windowsill in the castle library a couple weeks back. The woman was slept just like him: her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were scrunched slightly together with a peaceful look on her face. When he took a closer look at the coat, he could tell that the pattern’s coat was a slightly different purple. It was redder than Robin’s. “I thought the same.”
Lissa glanced at her brother, “Do you think they could be related or something?”
Chrom considered the suggestion for a moment as Frederick approached the two and looked over the unconscious woman. “Well, she nearly has the same color as Sir Robin.”
Chrom frowned when he could see this woman and Robin being related. In fact, it was a little too much of a coincidence. Unless... “True, her hair does have a bit of pink in it...”
A small groan caught their attention.
“She’s waking up!” Lissa said. Then she yelped, surprising the three.
“No!” Her hand flew upward as if reaching for something in front of her. Her eyes snapped open, wide and frightened. Frederick instinctively moved before Lissa and Chrom, pulling the two behind him.
“Look out!” he warned. Chrom ignored that warning as he ducked under Frederick’s arm and dropped to the woman’s side, grabbing that outstretched hand.
“It’s okay! It’s okay, you’re safe,” Chrom assured the woman. She looked up at Chrom with wide, fearful eyes.
“S-safe?” she began, her voice filled with confusion.
“Yes. Now take a moment and breathe,” Chrom advised her. He watched as she laid there on the ground, taking deep breaths. Chrom couldn’t help but feel a bit of familiarity, seeing how he had to calm Robin from nightmares like this nearly every night. Now that he actually looked at her, she did extremely familiar. He waited for her to calm down enough to get a grasp of what happened to her. “You alright now?”
The woman looked at him and nodded a bit, “Y-yeah. I’m okay now. Thanks.”
“Hey! You’re awake! You kind of had me worried there,” Lissa said, looking over Chrom’s shoulder. The woman blinked at her in surprise.
“I’m sorry?” she apologized without really understanding what was going on. Chrom couldn’t help but think that her voice was almost like Robin’s, just...more on the girly, confident side... Robin would’ve sent him a death glare if he actually said that in front of him. He shook his head and offered his hand with a smile.
“Don’t apologize. Here, take my hand. It won’t do you any good to sleep in the middle of a field,” he said. She glanced at his hand with slight confusion. She felt like she had seen him before, but she couldn’t seem to recall very well. She bit her lip, deciding to set it to the side, and took his hand with her right. She blinked at the strange three-eyed purple mark on her hand, but it slipped her mind when Chrom helped her up with ease. As soon as she was on her feet, she dusted herself off out of pure habit and nodded thankfully at Chrom, who couldn’t help but notice that she was slightly taller than Robin. Slightly.
“Thank you, Chrom,” She said. Everyone looked at her in surprise. If Chrom remembered correctly, no one actually said his name since the moment they found this woman.
“You know who I am?” he asked her. Surprise lit up her green eyes as she brought a hand to brush her hair aside.
“What? Ah, n-no... I don’t know... It just...sort of came to me?” came her reply. She frowned and scratched her head in confusion. “Or...did it? Oh, darn it! What is with me today...?”
Chrom raised an eyebrow slightly as the woman glared at the grass. He decided a different approach. “Tell me, what’s your name? What are you doing out here in the middle of a field?”
The woman grimaced as she struggled to remember her name. “Name? I-it’s...Oh my... What was it again? I know it started with a-Ah...oh, darn. What was it? I know it’s on the tip of my tongue...”
“...You can’t remember your very own name?” Chrom asked as he furrowed his brows in caution. What kind of person forgets the name they’ve been called all their lives? She smiled apologetically.
“Although, I do seem to remember one name. It’s Robin,” she said, crossing her arms. She didn’t notice the three sharing looks of surprise on their faces as she continued, “I know it’s not my name. It certainly doesn’t feel like it.”
“You mean to tell me that you know Milord’s name and Sir Robin’s but not your own?” Frederick asked suspiciously.
“Sir Robin? Now that doesn’t sound right... Wait a minute! You know a person named Robin?! Where am I? What is going on?!” she panicked, jumping to different questions as she spun on her heel with a hand shadowing her eyes. Lissa’s eyes widened when she was struck with realization.
“Oh! Chrom, I think I know what’s wrong with her! I think she has amnesia!” she said with a confirming nod. Frederick took a step toward her, clearly suspicious about the woman.
“I think she’s playing a trick on us,” he said rather bluntly.
She blinked, reminding Chrom of Robin when he was surprised, and tilted her head.
“A trick? B-b-but - it’s true!” she said, desperate to defend herself, “Look, I know it sounds strange - or does it? Whatever! I don’t know what in the world is going on!”
Chrom shared a look with Lissa. His sister’s lips moved as she pointed to the woman.
“Just like Robin!” she mouthed. It was true; Robin did act like a clueless idiot, but he only did so when he really had no idea what in Naga’s name was happening. What made this woman pretty interesting (or awfully suspicious in Frederick’s opinion) was that she mirrored Robin perfectly. Well, other than the fact that there was a sword strapped to her side and there was no sign of a tome in sight.
Chrom pressed his lips together, faintly recalling a little girl shoving him in a river once when he was kid. If his suspicions were right then... possibly... just maybe this woman was Robin’s... sister? Chrom couldn’t really remember Robin’s twin very well, but there really couldn’t be a doubt that she was! After all, all the hints were right in front of him. Now, if only he could remember her name... Robin didn’t really say his sister’s name much, all for good reason (Chrom hoped), so it was a bit hard to recall it.
Chrom gave Frederick a look and the two stepped to the side while Lissa babbled about something to keep the woman’s attention. “You know, I have a friend named Robin!”
“So it’s true? You know a Robin?” came the woman’s voice.
Lissa perked up and went on, “He’s like a brother to me though! He’s amazing...”
Chrom gave a look over his shoulder before turning his full attention to Frederick, “But, Frederick, what if it IS true? We can’t leave her here. Imagine the look that Robin would give us if he learns that we abandoned an amnesiac woman. He’d hit us both with his favorite wind tome!”
Frederick had a look of dread cross his face as the thought had flashed his mind. He clearly remembered the day when Robin threw his wind tome across the room out of irritation and smacked him square in the face. For a frail teenager, he could throw pretty hard.
“If we don’t help her, then that wouldn’t make us Shepherds, now would it?” Chrom asked. Frederick gave him a grim expression.
“We would be the same, milord. I emphasize caution. ’Twould not do to let a wolf into our flock,” he said.
“Even so, you can’t deny the fact that she could have a possible relation to Robin,” Chrom said, giving the woman another look. Frederick’s eyes narrowed.
“Milord, I understand why you would say that, but please, consider this as a possible threat. It’s highly suspicious for someone that looks like Sir Robin to appear out of no where,” Frederick said, directing his narrowed gaze to the woman. Chrom shrugged and came to a decision. He wasn’t about to pass up the high possibility of recovering Robin’s little sister.
“Alright then-we shall take her back to town and figure out what to do from there,” he announced, turning away from Frederick. Lissa cheered a little, instantly telling Chrom that she had the same suspicions as him. The woman’s eyes widened as her foot stepped out of place. It took her a second before she recovered from her shock and furrowed her brows in confusion.
“Wait, wait, wait! You guys are just going to take me into a town without so much as asking me if I want to come along? It’s like you guys control me or something!” she said, horrified that she was about to be taken to some place she didn’t know...But then again, she couldn’t seem to remember anything, so why was she complaining?
“Peace, my friend. We’ll hear you out when we get to town, alright? Now, let’s go.”
The woman pressed her lips together, but decided that there wasn’t much that she could do except follow them. So, she did without another complaint.
“Okay, seriously, I’m a prisoner or something? Because that’s how I feel right now,” the woman said as she stopped in the middle of the dirt road. Chrom stopped in mid step as he turned to face her, Lissa following his example. Frederick stopped short behind them as he guarded the back of the group.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be free to go once we establish that you are no enemy of Ylisse,” Chrom said with a reassuring smile. The woman’s eyes widened slightly.
“Ylisse?” she asked. “Is that where we are?”
“You never heard of this halidom?” Frederick asked, his voice full of suspiciousness. “Ha! Quite to good actor I must say! For a fool.”
“Frederick, please...” Chrom said with a sigh. He turned to the woman with an apologetic smile. “Well, this land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler is Emmeryn, who is called our Exalt. And...I suppose we should introduce ourselves.” He held a hand toward himself. “My name is Chrom-then again, you knew that.”
He gestured to Lissa, “This delicate flower is my little sister, Lissa.”
Lissa glared at her brother and placed her hands at her hips.
“I am NOT delicate! I can handle things as well as Robin!” she said. The woman’s eyes blinked at Robin’s name, her curiosity about him growing. Lissa turned to face the woman with a polite smile. “Please, ignore my brother. He tends to be quite thick. But, you’re pretty lucky we found you! Waking up to the Brigands would’ve been horrible.”
The woman tilted her head as she stared at Chrom. “You’re called the Shepherds, right? I wonder, do you really tend to sheep? I’m sure that if I was one of those poor sheep, I would be scared of people in full armor...”
Chrom shrugged his shoulders with a smirk, “It’s pretty dangerous. Just ask Frederick the Wary here.”
The woman turned to face Frederick with a confused look. “Frederick the Wary? That’s a weird title...”
“A title I wear with pride. Only the Gods know what would happen if one of us isn’t cautious,” he said as his eyes narrowed, “I would trust you, but your actions have been too suspicious to do so.”
The woman gave him a polite nod of understanding, “I see. If I were you, I would’ve done the same. My name is Ravina.” she paused for a moment as she blinked in surprise. “...Strange. I can’t believe it took me this long to remember my name. I suppose that’s one thing about me solved...”
Chrom’s eyes widened considerably while Frederick stiffened. Lissa smiled, “Wow! You have a nice name!”
Ravina laughed a little and shrugged, “Thank you.”
Chrom, on the other hand, was shocked as a memory resurfaced.
“Really, Chrom? Why are you asking again?” Robin said as he looked over the top of his opened book. He was sitting up against the window with his knees bent and his book resting on his thighs. Chrom shrugged, placing a hand on his hip.
“No reason really. I mean, I’d like to remember it in case I ever meet her in the future. ” he added as Robin gave him his “oh, really” look.
“This is the fifth time this month,” Robin said.
“Hey! You’ll never know what would happen!” Chrom said as he shrugged. Robin closed his book and sighed, looking out the window.
“Well... her name,” he began, pain hiding underneath his tone, “Her name is Ravina.”
Ravina... Ravina! That was her name!
“Ravina? But then that means-” Chrom was unable to finish his sentence when Lissa gasped in surprise and pointed ahead of them.
“Chrom! The town! I-it’s ablaze!” she cried. Everyone turned to look at the town ahead. And to their horror, Lissa’s words rang true. Smoke was billowing toward the sky in several places of the town. Ravina could faintly see the red-orange flames from the distance.
“Damn it! The cursed brigands must be the cause of this!” Chrom cursed, forcing himself to set aside his thoughts for now. He placed a hand at his blade and turned to the others, “Frederick! Lissa! Quickly!”
“But what about her?” Frederick asked, giving Ravina a distrustful look. Chrom glanced at her and shook his head.
“Unless she’s burning too, it’ll have to wait!” Chrom said. Frederick frowned.
“Aptly said, milord.”
“Come on! We’re wasting time!” Lissa said, her arms waving with urgency. Without another word, the three of them took off, leaving a very confused Ravina. She stood there for a moment.
“Did I just get ditched?” she asked out loud without thinking. She looked down and took note of the sword strapped to her side. She slowly unsheathed it and tested the weight in her hands. It was light and pretty sharp. Ravina gripped the handle and did a quick horizontal slash. The blade sliced through the air, giving a high-pitched ring. She paused for a moment before testing a couple more swings. A smile grew on her lips as she straightened up, clearly impressed with her own skill.
“Hmm... I guess I’m not hopeless,” she said. With a shrug of carelessness, she took off after the Shepherds who ditched her. She didn’t know why she followed them, but she had a feeling that she just had to go.
Well, there was a first for everything!