never knew much -- open, recovery

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The death of Margaery had destroyed her. Every moment spent knowing her wife would not return to the world of the living had hurt more than anything she had ever experienced. For three days, she had suffered a fate worse than death: having to live without your reason for living. However, when Margaery strolled back into the territory, everything felt manageable again. An ever-present fear rested in the back of her mind, but Suiteheart felt like she could breathe again.

Rin's call drew her forward. The white feline offered her friend a gentle smile, noting how the other seemed better. Everyone had been suffering in recent days, she would not deny that. Though she felt her pain far outweighed everyone else's, she knew that was her own bitter, selfishness talking. Everyone was hurting. Everyone. She would not allow her own issues to come before anyone else's.

"I'm okay," Suiteheart meowed, stepping closer before stopping at Warringkingdom's side. Despite her answer, her exhaustion was clear on her face. The femme had not slept well in some days, and it was as obvious as a black eye. Even so, she smiled. She had to keep up appearances, didn't she?