Dragoncrest Cliffs Mourning light

She didn't even notice Arlo come and go, nor the food he left beside them. Wildfire kept her face smashed against the Heda's neck, trying hard not to cry but mostly failing. And when Thuringwethil spoke with words likely meant to reassure her, Wildfire only sucked in a sobbing breath, then lost control completely. Still she clung to her mate, letting grief rip through her and doing her best to muffle her cries so as not to call attention to herself.

"I can't—talk about that—now," she managed between tearful breaths. She leaned into the commander's nudge to show that she wasn't angry with her, at least not enough to pull away. They should and would talk about it later, Wildfire just felt entirely too fragile to handle such a discussion right now. "I just want to sleep," she muttered almost too quietly to hear, ignoring the rabbit as she curled into a ball against Thuringwethil and slammed her eyes shut against the onslaught of emotions still assailing her.