Moonspear know that the shine inside will always keep you strong

The howl made her ears flatten to her skull, though mercifully the ache in her head continued slowly abating. Katmai sounded frantic as he said something about water, which earned a weak shake of Pie’s head. She didn’t want to move right now. The thought of water actually turned her stomach, as that image of a shell floated dimly in the back of her mind.

Breathing steadily, Tiuttuk eventually cleared her throat and said, I’m… well, clearly I’m not okay. But I’m not… I’ll be alright in a few minutes, I think. I just have these—migraines? Was that even the right term for it? I think I took a nasty knock to the head not too long ago. I say ‘I think’ because I’m not sure, she admitted with a twist of her lips.

It was all some sort of terrible cliche, wasn’t it? As the details of her brief flashbacks threatened to recede back into the murk, Pie didn’t know whether to grasp at them or let them go. Actually, she did. The feelings of horror and revulsion were so great, she decided to take it as a sign: Tiuttuk shouldn’t try to remember what had happened to her. It was better not to know.

Legs trembling slightly, Treepie pushed herself into a sit. She swore she felt Katmai’s worried look weighing on her, though she didn’t look at him just yet. Instead, she turned her head and focused on the scars dug deep into Moonstear’s slope. She pushed every other thought out of her mind, letting those awful visions grow dim and distant, and shutting a mental door behind them.