She rubs the skin on the inside of her wrist self consciously, tugging the robe closer to herself and one eyebrow arches delicately, bordering somewhere upon the region of 'you must be kidding me' - she may be lost and she may be frightened, but she is still Yvaine.

There's a resigned sigh and the star opens her mouth around what might have been an apology had the sudden howl of the witch's voice not pierced the air. All that makes it's way out of her mouth is a ragged gasp, head turning and forgetting very suddenly just how to breathe.