Having been largely off the map since her return, Sina has finally mustered the energy and presence of mind to sit at the opening of her tent and look out at the garden. She's as thin and pale as she was after her rift-induced illness, but this time the malady is entirely psychological. At least she's finally been persuaded to eat, and to stay awake long enough to give the day a chance.
That doesn't make it any easier.
She sits with her knees drawn up to her chin, gazing emptily into the middle distance.