Seven after multiple days of just being brought along for mission after mission, trip to god knows where finally finds a moment to find a quiet place in the Grove to rest. Eventually grabbing an old and broken sword from her bag and setting it in front of her as she sits in the momentary silence listening to the winds carry its weight across the many trees that surround her.
Watching the world slowly pass by she looks up and ponders if what she does is even the right thing, she knows she has problems but is it even right to try and do more good to make up for the bad.. Usually by this time seven would have someone show up and talk to her about a mission or other guild related nonsense, but now she's wondering if the effort she is putting in is worth it.
Self Doubt
Maybe she's just been taking too many jobs lately, or something closer to putting too much on her mind.. If she talked too someone their words would probably be somewhere close to 'dont worry too much about it.' or 'you're worrying too much.'. Kinda hard not to worry when each day is a balancing act of nearly getting killed by some mad man with a god complex.
With all these thoughts in her mind Seven just remains in the Grove listening to the wooshing of wind brushing leaves and trees back and forth, wondering when the next rain will come.