Stone Circle Supposed to fire my imagination

Her fever had abated soon after the herbs she had swallowed had taken affect, but the girl was by no means miraculously cured. The events of that day were a fever-blurred haze, but she remembered a burning fever and emotions that were a strangled mixture of fear and panic. She had lain within the den for many days as she recovered, sleeping most of the time, and could hardly be bothered to play or eat most of the time.

confusing blurred memories of Steady and fear and a fight had dominated her thoughts, and though she had no memory of him after that fight she could hardly be certain. Away from all the drama, her fear had abated, leading to uncertainty and nervousness and confusion.

and when she woke one day with a fierce hunger, blinking at the morning light and searching for her parents, she let out a howl, for anyone, someone, and searched for the figure of Valette with a intensity, glad to be out of her funk, and yet in no rush to go outside just yet.