Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

The sound of her own voice took Wildfire by surprise. Her throat had been a little sore since the attack, not because Saena had done anything to it—although there were bite wounds littered all over her neck—but because she had taken two swims in ice cold water. She was very fortunate not to have developed hypothermia then or pneumonia later.

She felt suddenly self-conscious, aware of how she must look and sound. Did she want Freyja seeing her this way? Did she even feel up to company? Wildfire didn't answer for a long beat after the Feisripa's question, though eventually she decided she couldn't turn the girl away. Perhaps a visit would get her mind off Saena for a little bit.

"Sure," she said quietly. "Just—I look pretty bad," Wildfire warned lamely.