Obviously, there wasn't anything anyone could do. She was gone.
*A few days later*
Blaidd was drowning his sorrows in the nearby bar with liquid courage, staring into the golden liquid. He couldn't remeber what he ordered. He just knew it was strong, cheap and wiped away memories quickly enough. Most nights he went home hardly able to remeber his wive's name. What was it? Toby? Nah, that's a guy's name. Tori?...Yeah, Tori. That souned right. He heard a familiar voice begin to sing, not the usual murdering sounds of the regulars that murdered the songs they had on offer. It was sweet, smooth. Like...Like her's....Shy, oh how he missed her. He moved his head from it's usual downward position to look at the stage through a hazy vision and saw the girl, her black hair tied back, barely above her shoulders, wearing a black trilby, a dark tattoo on her arm, he couldn't make out what it was at this distance. He blinked away some of the fuzz and saw her properly. She lacked the scars on her face and her mask, she had a new-found confidence, wearing a baggy hoodie and jeans, she grinned as she sang the upbeat song. He got off his stool and ambled to the stage, staring up at the young woman she had become. he could read the tattoo on her arm now. 'Blaidd Bach.' It was in fairly small script, only taking up her wrist. But that was enough to make him grin. That was what she called him all the time when they were both younger.
When she stepped off the stage, she was faced by Blaidd, he was obviously drunk, but she was still happy about the fact that he recognised her despite her apperance changes. "Hey, Unca Blaidd." She smiled, wrapping her arms around him. She couldn't remeber anymore why she had run away.