It lacks a gradual pace in which it departs her. Refusing to even give her a chance to accept that it has left her essence and placed her to the level of those outside her world, it chooses to do nothing more than to take a suicidal path and throw itself off a cliff. At the bottom, she cannot salvage what is lost. The pieces are broken into shards too small and there is no glue to make attempts to put them back to together and hope that none notice she isn't what she once was. She becomes one of them, and in her life spent gaining what she seemed to have instantly lost, there is never a quick way to retrieve what is lost.
Emotions dusted over nothing but disgust, anger, annoyance, the need to get what was lost back, she is in no mood to find herself surrounded by others that lack the ability to bring back her reason for life. Within her heart, she finds belief that it is of her husband's doing; he refuses to speak to her after leaving behind the others. It's more than understandable but it doesn't nothing make of more of a force to be reckoned with.
The Earth is fast to close in about her, walls becoming tighter and brushing against her side as she passes in between long fingers thrown to the sky. Her tail sweeps the ground and covers her path. She refuses to allow any to trail her path, and in making sure that this doesn't occur, she is unnaturally tidy. Drowning in such distress, there is no reason that she shouldn't be.
Basked within the cool light of Luna and a thousand eyes, if anything more, she becomes a phantom to the trees. If her magic had stayed with her for the journey into this place, she would already brought herself to become one with the poltergeists lingering to the shadows and had herself disappear with them. They always held better company, and left her not speaking to her doll as if it would act some sort of divine gateway between her and her husband.
If the jaws of the bat skull were to move and spray words to her ears and ride the night gusts to somewhere unknown, then she was more than unlikely to care for how it came to be. Plagued in a lack of what she needed, or what she thought she needed to survive with, there is no freedom anymore.