Sooner or later, they do actually have to go downstairs; it's a while, but it does happen and Ilde picks determinedly at the sandwich in question, not hungry but well aware that she should eat something. Focus. When she feels more sure of her own feet and how well she can be alone, she'll go down to the river, and -- that'll help, she thinks. She knows. Just not yet.

There's so much she needs to do that it's overwhelming and it's not what she should be thinking about yet, not what she's ready for, except it's the only way she knows how to cope. (Or to not cope and pretend.) It's the only way she knows how to react.