That was not her name. Her hair shimmered, braids unweaving, dying into a golden yellow as it fell down her back. She was not defined by him, or by anyone, but herself.

"I'm here because I am. I'll be here until I'm somewhere else." There could be no lost when there was no destination, but figments had some difficulty grasping that around here. "Do people get lost here? That's all they ask."