[Abyssopelagic]

Breezehen approached the Thunderwillow. For a brief moment, there is a flash of colour. She stops and tries to find where it had been and sits like that for a bit, staring.
So her sight was coming back. Slowly yet surely.
She sighed, relieved and almost wanted to cry tears of joy, but as a cat brushed past her, she was reminded of the clan meeting that had been called and continued her way to sit..... somewhere.
Since the fire, she couldn't really recognize others by scent. Their natural musk muddied by the faint trances of smoke and charcoal.