faderift | [closed-ish] revelations come at last

WHO: Sina and anyone who wants a starter
WHAT: The diplomacy mission did not agree well with her.
WHEN: Some backdated to Harvestmere 4th/5th, some current.
WHERE: The healing tents or Sina's tent in the garden.
NOTES: Warning for some icky injuries and pretty severe downers!

"Adelaide," comes a cry from the gates, and the newly-conscious Sina removes herself from Herian's horse to stumble towards the healing tents, the darkness staved off by her glimmering shard, which is definitely brighter than the last time anyone here saw it.
"Adelaide," she wheezes again, her voice thin and desperate, an injured fawn bleating for its mother; but with this part of the courtyard filled with only unfamiliar faces, she finds she's not strong enough to keep looking. Sina drops to her knees and hugs herself, keeping the palms of her hands away from her arms in strange clawlike poses. "Ghi'lan," she sobs, her voice growing quieter.

This is only the beginning of a long month in which few hear from or see her, as Sina is spending it curled up in a ball on her bedroll. She resists eating, won't talk to anyone without persistence on their part, and ultimately seems at a total loss of spirit.

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Though she's aware of Pel's daily visits, Sina tends to pretend she's asleep until her friend goes away again. It's not that she's angry with her, or even that she doesn't want to see her: but Pel is a reminder that it was real. It can't be written off as a nightmare or a vision when another witness-- and victim-- is here in the room with her, and not as ruined.
So Sina lies on her side, back to Pel, praying she can live in denial just a bit longer.

Edited 2016-11-02 20:39 (UTC)

When Sina isn't sleeping, she's crying. She's been resisting attention from the healers beyond what's necessary for her to recuperate, in favor of withdrawing into herself and trying to process what she's been through. The wounds are too raw, even if the physical ones are mostly gone.
She's on her third day of not eating, a tray of food left untouched behind her as she stares ahead of her, into the middle distance.

Edited 2016-11-02 20:42 (UTC)

It's later in the month, and after weeks of total withdrawal from living society, Sina has finally agreed to see a visitor.
She's gotten out of her bed but continues to wear the shift she's had on since she first got home, her hair lank against her shoulders from lack of care. Normally she'd be too proud to ever allow anyone to see her this way, but she's having trouble caring. About that, or anything else. Even for Ellana.

Unlike the last time she was bedridden, Sina has to fight to stay asleep. Each time she wakes, she has to remember all over again that what happened to her, what she saw, was real. It's too painful, and is draining her more than a physical malady ever could.
For once, her usual recurring dream of the black beach with the green sky has become a refuge. She lies curled in the sand as the waves lap gently against her, and she waits for them to swallow her. It never happens.

Edited 2016-11-10 08:20 (UTC)

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.

Sina has now been in the healing tents for several days, mostly just for the purpose of being watched, since it's been difficult to get her to eat or talk to anyone. She's been beyond disconsolate, instead just blank and tired, as though she's shut down entirely, and remains withdrawn for the sake of preserving her own sanity.
She's never seen anything like that before. She's never been hurt like this before. And never, in a thousand lifetimes, would she ever have thought it would be brought on by her own people.

It's not that Sina doesn't want to talk to Nari. But as soon as she comes in from the healing tents, her hands bandaged and her face weary and her posture small and defensive, all she wants to do is hide. If she tries to talk to her clansister, she'll start crying again, and she won't be able to stop. She'll have to relive everything, and answer questions that she doesn't know how to answer, and she just... can't.
So she glances briefly at her as she steps inside, then immediately goes to her bedroll and lies down, facing away from Nari. There is, at least, no vibe of hostility or mistrust given off: just desolation, exhaustion. She curls up tightly and tries not to move.

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