Arwen made her way into her den, crawling through the dug tunnel and into the main room, head still smarting. She sighed softly and rubbed it, sniffing gently. She cast her magic out, trying to feel for it again, but it was sluggish, slow to heed her command.

She clenched her fists and made her way to her bed, flopping down on it and wrapping her arms around herself.

Not strong enough. She had to be stronger!

Arwen stood up and threw her mask aside, inhaling sharply. In a fit of sheer determination, she thrust her arms forward, the wisp coming to life. It was like a miniature sun, glowing and frothing like it was alive. She grinned, head tilting back as she laughed in triumph, throwing her hands up.

"I AM NOT WEAK!", she cried, panting gently.

She fell back onto her bed and cried softly, hands on her face, "I-I deserve them... I deserve you, Blue... I am strong."