Raven's Watch when eagles halo the earth, i want the ballad of your blood

Thuringwethil is thankful, for the moment at least, that Tirgatao doesn’t do anything to touch her. She isn’t sure how she’d feel with the slightest brush but she knows she’d rather be separated from anything until her mind can find footing once more. All she wants to do is sleep and there is a vague memory of a cougar in the back of her mind. She’d felt this way once before but her lungs didn’t burn nearly as bad. Only her head had ached and she hadn’t been allowed to sleep. Unable to remember why, and whether or not it is important she stays awake, she closes her eyes and feels herself drift off.
 
Slowly, her breathing begins to return. There is a pain in each intake but her lungs slowly feel normal once more. The question is nearly lost on her but her head loosely shakes and she picks it up once more to peer at her companion. She opens her mouth to speak but snaps them shut when the sound of another hits her ears and she quickly—too quickly—turns to see the small wolf running in her direction. It takes longer than it should to focus on who it is and her lips peel back to show her teeth (as if she can do much more than just lay there) but she relaxes when she realizes it is one of her own.
 
“Hush,” she murmurs through half-lidded eyes, forgetting Tirgatao’s question entirely.