Totoka River princess,

Stryx seemed distracted. Sugar hardly blamed her. Her attention shifted back to Praimfaya, who seemed rather out of it at the moment. That was probably for the best, if a little worrisome. She would likely feel a lot of pain when she woke, though maybe they would be able to help with that.

Her black eyes flicked upward again when Stryx began murmuring in a foreign language and scattering what looked like withered petals. Sugar cocked her head at this, though she said nothing. Her gaze became unfocused as she stared into the distance, wondering what Opalia would make of it when Sugar told her.

"I think she belongs with Moonspear," the yearling commented, glancing down at the patient's face to see if there was any sign of regaining consciousness before looking up at Stryx. "Although I'm not actually sure," Sugar added, brow furrowing. She supposed they would find out about that, among other things (like who'd done this to her? And why?), once Praimfaya roused.