Hushed Willows I crumble underneath the weight

The chuff made her jump a little, and she quickly tried to compose herself before turning to greet the other woman, although she probably did a poor job hiding her sorrow. She sniffled a little, gaze trained on the ground, body tensing as she tried to make herself smaller than she already was. No we haven't, she finally said never lifting her eyes. I'm Sif. I'm...new here. Her heart raced a little for some unknown reason, something that had been happening recently. 

She looked back at the sky before focusing on the ground again. I don't sleep much. Too much sleep meant nightmares; if she waited until she was exhausted to finally pass out, then she usually got a few hours of dreamless sleep--finally some relief.