Khalys had been doing very little as of late. Her fur hadn't been groomed in nearly two weeks; she had bad matting in her fur, mostly on her face, neck, and chest. Kailoh had always liked to groom her there, and since his death, she just hadn't been able to face it yet. She was clearly not doing well, but at least she was out of her den. Though it was mostly overcast, eventually the sun would poke through, warming her slightly. At the moment, she was snoozing just outside of her den, trying to absorb what light she could, while she could.

Khalys stirred upon hearing her name, and she blinked blearily a few times, before her pale yellow gaze refocused on Towhee's form. The other woman offered her apologies, and Khalys nodded, swiftly blinking back tears. "Thank you... It's been very hard. But... at least I woke up today. I even got out of bed... sort of. And it's Khalys, now, in honor of Kailoh." She grimaced slightly, then sighed, trying and failing to push down the well of darkness within her at the thought of her dead mate. Khalys forced herself into a half-sit, becoming distinctly aware again of how far she'd let herself go. She didn't even recall the last time she'd eaten.

Khalys forced a small, wry smile at Towhee's words, then she sighed and nodded, saying, "Yes, I know,  you're right... I just... I have no appetite." A rough swallow, then she forced herself to stand on slightly shaky legs. She was a pitiful sight, for sure. Looking to the older woman, she asked throatily, "How... how long will all this last?" Then, a bitter laugh, "Does grief even have a timeframe?" How long would she have to endure this vast emptiness within?