"Well, you said you couldn't sleep, and you are sorta locked onto the sky even though you said you didn't have much interest in it..." Starla trails off, leaving me with an overwhelming urge to finally look at her again – and it's one that I can't ignore for long. The upbeat and optimistic visage is gone; the mare sitting next to me now has a somber face, her ears drawn back as she anxiously awaits some other sign from me.