"Yeah," she whispers, fear now audible in her voice. "I understand." Her friends exchange nervous glances before finally beginning to back away, their postures relaxing slightly. After a moment's hesitation, they turn and disappear down the alleyway, leaving you alone with Regina.
You release your grip on her hair, helping her to sit up slowly. She winces in pain as she rubs at her scalp, tears streaming unchecked down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "