Broken Antler Fen She always has trouble falling asleep

It had been a week, since Maia had talked with Wraen and, though the older sister wondered daily, how her sibling was doing, she was glad that her little Madam Drama and Queen of Crazy had gone out to deal with the relationship troubles on her own. Face tear-stained, running nose, sniffling, feeling like crap, hardly a dream princess of anyone she had charged in to the battle front bravely and from what could be gathered had returned home victorious. The old Raven had not been entirely oblivious to the fact that Elljay was here too, but she had not wished to disturb the lovebirds and let them come to her.

She cracked open one eye, when she heard Maia calling her, and responded with a wagging tail and a comfy lateral-position stretch. "Oy, sister," she said, when the other was within earshot. "So? Good stuff?"