The Sentinels dysphoria

Recovery had taken longer than she expected and longer than she liked, but she had learned her lesson vicariously through Deirdre. She would not push herself. She was no good to anyone if she was injured herself. But at last even the stiffness from her dislocated shoulder was gone. Starbuck was back, and barring the unforseen, was not looking to hide away any longer.

The new open-border policy pleased her as much as it frightened her. She knew little of the bay wolves but through rumor and single encounters with its upper echelons. She did not like the thought that she would have to dodge Skellige in her home, but in the end she trusted Deirdre and Doe. 

Any trepidation was dismissed the moment she came upon the woman, her stomach grossly distended while her bones jutted in unnatural starvation. Starbuck would not shy away, though, and immediately called out to the woman. My dear, you do not look well, she said by way of greeting, excercising great care as she approached.