There were some things Fragile expected. To have close to no interaction with others, to be clumsy in some way or another, these were constants in her life. She'd crafted a false confidence facade to deal with these, to let herself come closer to others and acquire knowledge and inspiration for her poems. Skittish and fearful she may be, this routine was some small amount of comfort that she had to herself and for that, she was grateful.
Except now this routine was a little, well, disrupted. Afraid she may be but stupid she was not and she knew that there was something other than over-eating contributing to her change in weight. And while children were a blessing, she was unsure if she would be a fit mother for them. So, finding the biggest clearing she could, she sat in the middle and fret.