Dawnlark Plains Sabat

He confirmed their suspicion, then said quite a bit more about their ailment. Masquerade listened to every word he said, filing them away. They felt a flicker of fear when he mentioned avoiding sleep following a concussion. They couldn’t really remember those first few hours after the incident, though Masque supposed it didn’t really matter now. They knew what to (not) do should something similar occur in the future.

Fox Hollow? they repeated, head tilting. I thought Sapphique lived… Masquerade pointed toward the rocky coastline, invisible in the distant darkness, then shook their head. I don’t think I need anything but… well, time, it sounds like. Thank you, though. They paused again. I don’t think I’m up to any more hunting tonight, after all. You’re welcome to take the rabbit.