-Sandra is sitting on a stump outside, looking...-
-Like she's furious-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Sandra hears someone approach behind her, whistling and merry-
Bonser! Friend, what appears to so terribly mark your countenance? What rage emanates from within to so terribly stain your time in this place, in the peace and tranquility and the silence, with such horrendous misery? I do not mean to speak as if imperiously, but this would see to be a place of calm and serenity- whereas such a thing has seemed to elude your personage...
-She looks over, her normally bright yellow eyes somehow looking duller-
-She takes a moment, breathing in and out, then speaks with a strained softness-
My partner took something I gave them and used it irresponsibly. And they hurt someone with it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Nods, solemnly-
It is deeply unfortunate, no? What you gave for love's sake was turned to bitterness and harm. Prometheus's gift of fire, turned to burning the heretic. My greatest sympathies and even greater sorrows I offer to you, friend. I pray thee forgive me in my asking, but was the damage done beyond recompense? I should hope that if there still exists the possibility for mending, there is some means or advice which I may offer you.

I'll trust you on that, Mister?
... I'm sorry, I'm new at all this. Names are important, correct?
Deer