After seeing how she reacted to the comments of her being dragonless, she left the feast with a small frown and tears in her eyes, ashamed and embarrassed.

The sound of the people's laughter faded as you followed your sister, hoping to bring a sense of comfort to her. She rushed into her quarters, shutting the door behind her. You took in a deep breath through your mouth and then knocked. "Come in," Her soft voice said on the other side of the door. You opened it and saw her standing near the window, wearing your late mother's old scarf. "Yep," you said, then closed the door behind you and walked to her. "Something's wrong." You continued. "With you?" She asked, clenching the scarf closer to her.