Phantom Hollow Mending What's Broken

Mitanni sighed quietly and closed her eyes, about ready to resign herself to another nap. It seemed about all she was good for lately, napping and limping about uselessly. She couldn't wait to be fully functional again, but was still worried to leave the safety of her hiding place. What if it happens again?

She tried desperately not to think about it, and thankfully received a distraction in the form of a visitor. The voice made her jump initially as she took a second to place it, and as she lifted her head and stared toward the entrance--noting immediately the nonthreatening dark coat of her visitor--it took her but a second to recognize him.

"Issun?" she called softly, honestly surprised to see him. If she'd been expecting anyone, it would have been Malice. But maybe she was busy doing whatever needed to be done with their traitor.

She shivered once at the thought, but shifted just a little where she lay, uncurling and sitting up a little straighter. Mitanni wanted very much to ask what had happened, what had been done after she'd left, but she couldn't bring herself to voice the words aloud and only stared with a mixture of puzzlement and well-deserved respect.