Swiftcurrent Creek i'm gnashing my teeth like a child of cain

Had she not heard him, she likely would not have registered the shadow that descended upon her den. She blinks, once, twice; bleary eyes searching for the source, until she lands upon Akavir.
She wished she could be happy to see him.
Hey, she chokes out, a dry cough coming from her throat. Did... did anyone-- tell you?
Based on the look he carried in those pale gold eyes, the chances were that her question had an answer. She shuffles, stiffly tucking her legs closer to her torso with a hiss and a low whine; an invitation to come in, should he take it. She hated this, hated being so weak and unable to do much of anything, hated—
Well.