Sun Mote Copse Time after time

Of course Fennec would smell the vomit. Sugar smiled weakly and shook her head, saying, "Oh, no... I just have a nervous stomach." She paused to lick some traces of sour saliva from her lips, then stepped forward to nudge Fen a little further from the site of her regurgitation while explaining, "I'm about to head off to the Frosthawks for a couple of weeks to train with Raven, who's a really renowned medic. I kept telling everyone, 'It's not a big deal! I won't be far! I won't be gone long!' And then, of course, I'm the one who has a nervous breakdown when the day comes." There was a note of self-deprecating humor in her tone.

"Here," Sugar said when they were a few yards away, seating herself and asking, "Anyway, what brings you by? Is everything okay?" As she sat there, studying Fen's familiar, pale features, she did think of their last real conversation and wondered if Fennec might ask her about her big secret. She hoped not. Sugar had somehow managed to put most of that behind her, squashing all those feelings and that big bad secret into a locked closet at the back of her mind. She didn't particularly feel like knocking on the door.