Bearclaw Valley And now there'll be no time to play

The lady liked to keep busy from the look of things. Gathering bits and pieces for one puddle or another, hurrying in a purposeful way between piles of greenery or the dried bits hanging from the walls.

Indra remembered another space like this one; she'd gotten a few glimpses of a storehouse with the aid of her brother, who had boosted her high enough to spy, once. It felt like a lifetime ago.

When the lady asked after Indra next, she felt a little groggy, like she had just woken up from a nap. She had no concept of when the affect had started; but the lady was focused on Indra entirely now.

M'sleepy, she half-heartedly answered, having missed the question itself. Arielle had asked about the pain specifically and not Indra, but the girl felt too woozy to differentiate.