Sun Mote Copse Time and time again

Fen's quip caught her off guard even more than her haste, eliciting a sharp gasp of laughter from Sugar. Speeding to catch up to her sightless companion, the young Blackthorn didn't respond right away. Was there any kind of merit to such an idea? An image sprang to mind: the ram's dead eyes with its peculiar pupils. Could a healer transplant a set of eyes from a dead creature to a living one?

She mused on that for a few beats, then remembered herself and replied, "If you wanted to switch eyes with somebody, you wouldn't want it to be me. Mine aren't so great either. They're really sensitive to light." Her tail switched as she finally matched Fennec's pace, the two of them falling into a passably tandem walk. "You should probably take... mm... Crow's or Pox's." Her lips twitched into a smile before she suddenly noticed and warned, "Tree up ahead, turn left."