That's one way of handling grief...

[misskarin_ebz]

She can't stay at home anymore, the house have become a prison. She has to get out, she have to do something.
She can't listen to Siirkas questions about her wellbeing, can't drink the tea or eat the food. She can't play another melody on the violin or sing another song.

Her feets walk on their own, leading her to places she used to call familiare. She's out for blood tonight.

A fight, that's what she really needs to clear her head. She clenches her fists in anticipation, a wide grin on her face. Yes a fight, where teeth fly and blood rains. It will set her straight, make the pain less internal.

Ah, there it is. The old Medusa's Head. This will be fun and refreshing.
She enters the place, ready to pick a fight with anyone.