[ She's too scared to move. She can't even breath, deathly still, fear rising up in her throat like bile-- harsh and sour, teeth clenched against the feeling.

The flash of light startles her out of it, dropping the bundle of candles and incense to curl, forehead against her knees and her hands in her hair. She breathes, heavily, for a handful of seconds... before gathering her senses back enough to scramble the things given together, squeak out a barely-whispered thanks, and flee. ]