Ocean's Breath Plateau But I am just a fool, 'cause I could be in love if I really tried

Heat welled beneath her tear-stained cheeks. She had given her voice to the wind at the bay, to the walls of her den, until every last shred of its tone disappeared. Not a cry came from her lips as she whimpered still, only a hoarse rasping that might represent her breaths. With each inhale she shuddered, with each exhale she let out a silent keen. 

She had three children to count, to hold, to love- and a husband who recovered- and yet she became negligent. Inconsolable, she waved them off when they came to her with questions, requests or needs. She moved out of reach of those who loved her most, teetering on the edge of insanity. She sought space and silence, as if to stow herself away in a tomb of sorrow. 

Marina was not welcomed when she arrived, and the pelts she brought did nothing to catch Simbelmyne's gaze. She turned a shoulder to the woman, too, turning back her ears so she might tune out the healer's presence entirely.