Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Her grief had hung over her like a cloud; she kept to the den, crying and wasting away. She'd never felt such intense grief before, but then again, she'd also never lost a parent before. This was all new territory for her, and she had no idea what to expect as she moved through the motions of her day.

It was sunny, and later in the morning, she woke to the smell of ... herself. It jostled her the sorrow that'd settled in her bones and replaced it with something new: concern. Quill usually got her season later, and she wondered if her grieving was why it came earlier.

She thought about everything silently, not wanting to wake @Akavir, yet looping about everything to a nearly obsessive degree.