Hushed Willows who even *is* galileo?

brilliance often sits either extremely angry or extremely sad but most of the time she sits somewhere in the middle, a numbing feeling that with the right fuel will send her spiraling in one direction or the other. if left alone, she can exist comfortingly in not feeling anything because it’s better and less exhausting than the alternatives.
 
she’d eaten something that morning she found near the river but it doesn’t sit well with her a few hours later, throwing up what looks like half of it beneath the willow. she stares at it for a few seconds before covering it up with snow, like she does most of the time (or sticks and weeds or anything she can get to hide it) before moving on and washing her mouth out.
 
on the way to the waterfall, she spots one of the other leaders—willy, she thinks, and laughs a little to herself—but pays her little attention. not knowing she’s searching for her, brilliance keeps on trucking.