Fairspell Meadow four letter word for the feeling you were born into

Perhaps, just perhaps, she had expected strong handed welcomes — anger for being gone so long but she had come home! She had not abandoned her roost or post. Home. Nona. Comfort. The gasping of her own name before closeness.

Maegi. Strained, tired and oh so terribly weary. Hurt. That pesky four letter word that haunted her like the ashes of a forest fire. It seemed hurt was all they had known the last few weeks and the Morta had the audacity to bring more hurt into their sanctuary. How could she! Things were supposed to be good as they recouped from the weeks of destruction.

The question had not been repeated but it almost bounced around her mind, echoing down the halls of her thoughts. "...hurt?" A poor decision was made as the raven attempted to move that broken left hind leg to show off the location. She was met with a shoot of pain as she writhed once more, a mournful sound creeping in her throat.