Sun Mote Copse Blackbird singing

She swallowed at Fennec's reply of, "Not really." Sugar's lips pursed as her companion took a seat and explained that the secret was going to eat at her until she let it out. Her charcoal ears slipped backward at her companion's easygoing well wishes, her black eyes staring speculatively at Fen's face, boring into her own pale and sightless gaze.

She meant to say, "Thanks," but what came out instead was, "It's... bad." Although she knew Fen wasn't looking back at her, her eyes dropped. "Really bad." She let out a low, whooshing breath and looked up again, though her gaze fixed on a point somewhere over Fen's shoulder. "Thanks though," she tacked on a little artlessly.

A wet snowflake, more ice than snow, hit her in the eye, causing her to blink rapidly. "The weather's getting worse. I can help you find some shelter if you want," Sugar offered, guessing that Fen probably didn't need her help. But maybe the weather conditions impacted her ability to navigate, in which case she'd be happy to make good on her offer.