Miia hadn't even noticed the man until they collided, her focus breaking off into a sharp gasp. He was tall and handsome, American if she had to guess, but he was a stranger and a human, and she reared back out of his hold and coiled herself into a tight ball while raising herself up to look bigger, to be taller. "I have to go home!" She insisted, drawing her hands back from where they had landed on his chest and to clutch them to her own.

Glancing from side to side her ears twitched. There were too many sounds, too many smells, and she couldn't hear or find her Darling anywhere. "I have to-- I have to find my Darling. We can't get married if I don't find him!" For all she knew Ms. Smith had already found out who had sent the threatening letter and Darling was selecting his bride. He could be marrying Mero for all she knew, right at that moment.

She couldn't let that happen.