call it earnest whimsy

Her head still hurt. Even after all this time, if she moved her head a certain way, the pain shot through her temple as though she'd just been injured again. Some day she would pay the mohawked bitch back for what she'd done, but today, she just needed to kill the pain.

Siduri padded into the infirmary, her eyes adjusting to the shift in lighting with a few blinks. She noticed Wake standing there as well and offered him a smile. "Good to see you up and about, brother." Moving forward, the scarred girl bumped shoulders lightly with her sibling. "What are you up to?"

"Siduri"