I could see my theory confirmed, when she mentioned her back had felt 'strange'—giving me reason to think of her scar.
The moment I asked her about it, she turned to me, and the way she looked in my direction… it was so full of fragile emptiness that I knew that the forest was already her limit to talk about. If I went further, she would suffer serious consequences, and I would naturally as well if I saw her suffering.
I was eager to know more, but there were lines that I could not cross, not when she was in this state already. But what could be more traumatic than being left alone in the woods?
It would be to be injured by a person that was close to you. Someone did this to her; someone injured her intentionally.
There were an awful lot of people who had gotten their hands on the bird, even back then, when she was only a little nestling.
I had to find each one so I could give my greetings.