Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

She nods in agreement - they will need all the sleep they can get with the trip they have coming up. Liri's still not functioning at one hundred percent after her bout with whitecough and the whole ordeal with the lightning. The healer is weaker, tires more easily and feels moments away from blacking out whenever she pushes herself too hard. Not to mention the fact that they're all a bit underweight and ragged with the harsh life of a rogue to follow. 

Sorin easily curls himself around her, how they found themselves on the ground she has no idea for she's far too tired to notice. Part of her notices this and is inwardly pleased. It's nice to know the raven feels comfortable enough to sleep in her presence. The healer tucks her head into the curve of his shoulder, tail swishing gently along the ground at his words. 

They could really do it, the three of them. They could at least try. 

As her eyes slid shut, anxiety reared its ugly head. 

Perhaps it didn't work out. Perhaps Sorin left anyways. Did she really think things would be different this time? That investing herself into a pack, growing attached to the family she made there would end in anything other than pain? 

Things will be different, an optimistic voice whispered sleepily from the depths of her mind. 

They have to be. 

Liri curled closer against the shadow, light against dark. As his warmth and the dark, masculine scent of him lulled her to sleep Liri tried not to pay any mind to the warmth radiating from her chest.