in your reflection

She blinked sleepily at her sister, pulling herself from the furs - also supplied by Poem - and snuggled into Poem’s side. But Poem wanted her to her feet, so she pulled away and got up, shaking out the last dregs of sleepiness and nightmares. “What time is it?” she asked softly. She often lost track of time and days. Everything seemed to bleed together since she had come back, since her mother had died.

“Thanks Po” she said softly, offering her sister another partial smile, as she nosed the rabbit. “Have you eaten?” she asked softly. She didn’t want her sister to go hungry because she was supplying Motif with food. The girl knew she wasn’t doing a fantastic job of living her life. She was just sorry Poem had to deal with it.