Sun Mote Copse Time after time

Her lips twitched at the Sovereign's question and she slowly shook her striped head. "No, I just have a nervous stomach," she explained, her prior sense of self-consciousness surfacing once more. Sugar didn't point out that she hadn't actually imbibed any fish, as it seemed rather moot. "The grass I just ate should help a bit."

Belatedly, she considered what else Wraen had said, about traveling while she was still young. "Except for that one time," Sugar said, swallowing a little roughly, "I really haven't ventured far from home. That's why my stomach's in knots. But maybe going to stay with the Frosthawks will teach me more than just medicine." Sugar smiled and shrugged, her frame of reference still so narrow that she wasn't entirely sure what to expect from the field trip.

"I need to go find Bron," she said in the next beat, glancing after Fennec, remembering how Wraen had wanted to speak to her too. "Thank you for coming to see me. Your encouragement means a lot," Sugar said quietly but earnestly.