Sun Mote Copse of the changes it will confront,

Weejay didn't have the same perspective as Wraen, but that was natural, as the wound was still fresh. For a split second she bitterly wished whatever ruminant had trashed her garden would be poisoned, but was horrified by that snaking thought and quickly directed her ire towards the fact that it happened, versus at a specific individual.

Still, she felt like crying hysterically. Even in front of Wraen.

Casting her gaze about the wreckage, Weejay began to gently nose and prod the stones back into place. "Well, I guess I could start with the borders, and work from there." Her tone was mousy and dangerously close to defeatist, but it was a start.