Ladybird runs back to the door and closes it, then quickly looks around. Grabbing a hoe from the corner, she props it firmly against the door handle. She turns back to Elbow.

"She-- the abbess-- she fo-found me. I-I don't know why she won't sto-stop hunting me--"

Her voice breaks and tears are streaming freely down her face now.

"I need to ru-run. I do-don't know what to do."

"The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended..."
--William Shakespeare