Ravensblood Forest Sight.

Arturo was confused, and understandably so. Aster's words were vague, for even she wasn't sure what she meant by them. 

In the sun, the daylight. It...it's too bright, and my eyes...I call it the morning blues, because the only light I get is at night. When the sun comes up, I have to hide. It hurts too much.

Though it saddened her to admit her despair - it felt too real once she'd said it - she kept a straight face. Her nostrils flared against the urge to weep, and she silently composed herself as to not embarrass herself or her superior. No matter what he said about it, these were childish complaints, and she had bigger fish to fry.