The Sunspire I want to dance in the graveyards

She wasn't dead.  She was here, and it wasn't a fever dream this time because Maia definitely wasn't sick, she didn't think.  Bad as she might feel after days of wallowing and barely creeping out of her hiding spot.

She scrabbled out now, fighting legs that were mostly asleep and cramped from way too long being curled, to stand in front of Wraen shakily.  "They were thtinging uth, an you fell, an I thought.....". Her breathing became more ragged as she recounted it, as if just telling the story she was right back there.  "Thith wa the wortht ever," she finished, and it ended almost in a wail as she took the last bounding step towards her sister and shoved her face into her fur.

It took her a little while to compose herself, whether or not Wraen remained still to let her stay there.  But after she did, her ears twisted back again self-consciously.  "My mouth," She said, her tongue still feeling raw and alien.  The stings would heal, but not for a few more days, and she hated the way talking felt at the moment.