Phantom Hollow Surprise! Can I sleep over?

It had been a long, dizzy, annoying day. Mostly annoying. Now that she was almost sure there were other living beings growing in her, she didn't feel motivated to do anything. It was so boring. So, incredible, stupidly and all other negative adjectives she was too lazy to think about. She was just resting inside her den, not even allowing Sage near her. She wanted peace and quiet, and while she didn't dislike her followers, she didn't need them near her in this state. Her mind was foggy, her feet numb, and every now and then she needed to get up to pee. And if that wasn't horrible enough, she was eating more than anyone in the pack. She could still hunt, luckily, but sooner or later she needed the others to bring her the food she needed. They still didn't know, mainly because Malice didn't come out of her den anymore. 

But that all changed when she heard the familiar voice of the leader of the Dark Brotherhood. What in the name of the flying fishes was he doing here? Her ears perked up, swiveled around a bit, and she lifted her head up to look at the opening of her den. Was she hallucinating? Or was he really here, at her borders, calling for her? Her nose wrinkled as she thought, her head hurting. She was tripping balls, wasn't she? She shrugged, but got up, slowly as if she was a delicate flower that would die if even the slightest breeze blew it to the side. Her scarred eye squinted, she stepped out of her sanctuary, making her way to her borders.

She stumbled here and there, but she could still walk. Yippie, lucky her... She didn't rush or anything, afraid that too much movement would break her. What she saw mad her freeze though. It wasn't in her head, he was really here, living and breathing like a large, lively tree full of colorful birds. Only the birds didn't move, they were staying as still as possible. It didn't take long for her to see that the birds were dead, that there was something wrong.

She was left speechless as words were spoken, sounding like thunder at the quiet borders. The sky was turning pink, a soothing color that calmed her just somehow. I-I... She started, but shook her head. She wouldn't question him. It was hopeless to do so, and it would take too much effort to turn him away. Sure, but why? What has happened? Welp, she still liked questioning him anyway. Besides, the dead birds were still suggesting that there was indeed something wrong.