Into the Light

Minerva jumped at the sound of her brother's voice from just outside the den. Immediately her head snapped in his direction, at last spotting him there where lay upon his stomach. Hmph. She should have known he was going to be there. If he was not just outside the den, standing as sentry, then Integra was inside trying to coax her into eating something green that was supposed to help. The sickly girl still did not know what it was that had started to bring her around, but she had also been too consumed by realizing how much she had missed in her state of confinement and weakness to truly care.

Of course he used that silly nickname the family had attached to her, that little reminder of her minuscule size, but at least it did not sound offensive coming from him. She fidgeted a little on her small paws, her frail body still sticking to the shadows as she was asked what she was doing. What was she doing? Eyeing freedom? Wishing things were different? No, that was not quite right. "I'm tired of being in here," she answered surprisingly directly, her young voice rather rough with lack of use. Her squinted purple eyes peered at Atreides through a face that, though thin, still retained a certain determination. "I want to come out."