Sun Mote Copse Time after time

Sugar glanced at Fen's retreating back before once more turning her full attention upon the leader's questions. "Aye," she replied simply to the first, then her little face furrowed a little. "I plan to come back in a few weeks," Sugar replied right away, though she admitted, "I hadn't really thought about other possibilities." She immediately thought of her parents and Avery, her stomach suddenly clenching at the mere thought of being separated from them indefinitely.

"I—" she began to say when instead she found herself dry heaving. Shooting Wraen a look that said, Sorry, excuse me, she skittered sideways and bent over the snow, though she only brought up a few mouthfuls of bile and quite a lot of saliva before the retching stopped. She hurriedly washed her mouth out with snow, then dug down beneath the white crust to snatch up a few shoots of dry, dead grass, which she began to chew even as she turned back toward the Sovereign.

"Sorry about that. I think I'm going to push departure off 'til tomorrow. Hopefully my stomach settles by then."