Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

If there is anything worse than the nausea plaguing her near-constantly, it is all the crying. Each time she feels another swell of emotion in her chest, it is accompanied by a fresh wave of tears. Tonight is no different as she presses herself tightly against one wall of the dark cave, sobbing quietly and wishing she hadn't left the Creek. It's cold and too quiet, and so dark here — and she is so alone.
Shivering, all she can do to keep herself from falling apart entirely is hold tightly to her memories. There is no comfort to be found in her present reality; the only warmth for her is in her past now. She loses herself in thoughts of Rosalie, of Lainie, of the friends she'd made here and there along the way. All dead, she realizes just before Kavik's voice cuts through her thoughts, and her heart suddenly feels leaden. She flinches slightly as she looks up, startled by his sudden appearance, but she makes no move to stop him from licking her face. She swallows hard, overwhelmed by his questions. No, She says after a beat, answering both; no, she is not okay, and no, no one has hurt her. At least, not recently.