Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

"Aye, it's me," Sugar replied with a light laugh, which died in her throat when someone else approached. She swallowed, ears falling back uncertainly, as Figment strode nearer with her name on his lips. She had been doing much better lately, though the sight of a tall, dark man still triggered an anxious reflex in her. He's your friend. He's Fen's brother, Sugar coached herself, her breath suddenly rapid and shallow.

Somehow, Sugar managed to get a hold of herself and stopped the panic attack in its tracks. "Fig," she said weakly, wondering how to explain what had surely come across as a very strange reaction. But perhaps she was saved from having to explain herself, at least for a moment, by Nellie's continued struggles with the bush. "Oh—" Sugar blurted, moving closer to the swearing Nellie again. Trying to buy herself some time, she wordlessly latched onto the loose fur at the base of the other girl's neck and tugged.