Sun Mote Copse Time after time

Sugar didn't think much of the subtle shift in Fen's expression, not until she began to dismiss herself. "Oh, I'm not in any hurry," the Blackthorn reassured her, "so you can hang out for a bit. I want to wait for my stomach to settle before I go find Bron. He wants to escort me," she explained, her tone amused, "even though you're right: I've heard it's not far at all." She shrugged, aware that her cohort couldn't see.

She wondered if there had been anything in particular on Fen's mind when she'd come along, though Sugar was a little afraid to ask, in case it was her secret. Instead, she remarked, "I wish I could find some peppermint. It would help settle my stomach and get rid of this serious case of bad br—" Her voice cut off when the Sovereign appeared.

"Hi!" Sugar greeted the leader, bowing her striped head respectfully before righting herself. "I was going to leave this morning," she admitted, feeling a little more self-conscious in front of Wraen than she had when it was only Fennec, "but I felt a little sick, so I'm waiting for it to pass."