"Wait--"

The call was instinctive, as was the step forward. A moment later, Midii realized her error and froze on the spot. She was still lost, and still potentially in grave danger. Stick clutched in a firm grip, she pressed her lips together nervously. Help was something she most likely needed...but this guy might not be the best choice.

Which left her alone. In the fog. With only a stick to defend herself.

Somehow, it wasn't much comfort.