[Seasonal Event] Three is Company

After the events of Long Night, she has kept somewhat to herself. Her body and mind continue to heal- she is tired, stretched thin, her bones and sinew and neurons and blood all nostalgic for the feeling of death. At night she wakes up in the dark and finds herself in leopard form, panting and whining at her ghosts, unforgiven and unloved by her mother, her grandmother. Her friends. She is crumbling, cracking, and it is nobody's fault but her own. Ah, but she rallies, she always rallies, and when Jigano catches her creeping toward the guildhall the smile she arms herself with comes easily enough. She follows him readily, grateful from the distraction, her quiet nature a natural cover for the deeper exhaustion which grips her soul. The walk is long, but she does not protest, merely leans on her antler staff and coaxes stories from her jovial friend. It is only as she truly registers their destination that the girl's resolve begins to fail. The anxiety that tickles her throat mounts to a fever by the time they reach Rory's- will he want to see her, after what she did? Is he healed, or does he still hurt like her, both in his body and his soul? Part of her hopes he is not home; another aches to know he is. As Jigano calls out the girl lingers back, masking her fear by feigning deep interested in the dogs. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there