It was a horrible thing, being stuck. Endless searching for an answer they might not want to find. She wasn't dead, they knew, but the subconscious isn't kind when troubled. It left her restless. Wanting. Visions from the altar danced at the edge of her sight, shadows in an otherwise bright cave. Perhaps she should have waiting for the orb light to dim before she had come here.
The clicking of her claws on the stone floor still irritated her, forcing her out of her mind and into the present. Into the reality in which she lacked something. Someone. Someone she couldn't find but couldn't lose, a liar.
The bear froze, silence falling around her, trying to convince her that the voice hadn't been there at all. In truth it hadn't, it was just a hallucination brought on by the time she had spent at the altar. It hadn't been long since she had sought it out, but it was already trying to get a foothold in her mind. Her conflicted emotions weren't much help to the situation.
Sunny's image came to mind, prompting Tema to continue on, claws clicking on the stone again.
It probably wasn't healthy, avoiding things as much as she had. Being home was hard. Little reminders of Sunny were everywhere, making it hard not to feel guilty when she laughed. Or cried. She knew that her time would be better spent gathering food for the group or searching once more for their leader. So she found herself "exploring" outside the cave, not really taking anything in and just mindlessly gathering for the others. When your thoughts kept circling back to the same unsolvable issue, you just... stopped thinking. Or tried to, at least.
Note: backdated after altar visit (just after festival's end)