Carina's voice fills the Hull as she provides me with the details of her life before setting sail with her family for the capital of the Praug Kingdom.
"We were betrayed, our knights sold us off to the Sylph along with three of the vessels from our fleet."
"Once the Sylph got hold of us... got hold of them-"
"Useja have mercy".
Small fingers intertwine and she bows her head as if willing God to wipe her memory.
"It is not your fault."
"Dear God!"
She chokes out a sob as the waterworks finally breaks, and the trauma she has been shouldering is released.
Understanding that her body is going into a slight shock from a nervous breakdown, I take out a light brown cold weather jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.
A nervous breakdown is ultimately caused by an inability to cope with large amounts of stress, but how that manifests exactly varies by individual.
