Hideaway Strath if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow

the girl was not pleased in the slightest. 
she was exhausted, and though she did not share in her brother's illness, being woken and carried out somewhere,  where cold nipped at her and confusing shapes and confusing sounds made this experience far from pleasant. she hunkered low beside the one constant in her life thus far, her mother, made of warmth and comfort. and yet even this was not enough.

any attempt at sleep was stifled by the sounds, the unfamiliarity of the place and the tension and mess of emotions she could sense lay heavy on this place. her irritation rose steadily, though she was silent, constant shuffling the only sign of her agitation. until she had enough, and from her maw forced a high-pitched cry, a demand that this uncomfort be amended, and soon.