white pelt, brighter eyes

Kina rested in the gentle breeze of the wind through the bamboo leaves, the chirping of the birds and the filtered light the bamboo provided. It was like a protective nest sheltering her from the outside world. Her father asked her what she was thinking and Kina pondered for a minute on her own thoughts before replying. "I've been having trouble sleeping since my sickness. Everything seems so much. Too much light… too much heat… I wonder how much longer til I am back to the way I was before. Or… if I shall even get there."

Kina didn't like to think about the later option. It seemed so unfair, especially at her young age to already be permanently changed by an illness.