Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

She sucks in a breath when he asks if she wants to talk about her sister, hesitating at first. She has stifled the feelings for so long, save her brief encounters with Rokig, that she's uncertain what bringing them to the surface will do to her. But she can't quite squash the glimmer of hope that she might feel a little less burdened, a little less miserable if she could just get it off her chest.
Her name was Lainie, She murmurs into his fur after a few moments, pulling away slightly as she continues. We were close, growing up — but she disappeared one day, when we were still children. It was... unlike her. So I followed — my best friend did, too. I... lost her along the way, but I kept looking for Lainie. Eventually I found her scent at the coast. She pauses, swallowing, and her next words are increasingly bitter and heavy with the returned threat of tears. I didn't find her, though. I found... a friend of hers. Grieving. She died maybe a week before I could reach her. She closes her eyes, suddenly feeling the wound as if it were fresh again. A week. How could she come so close and still fail?