[it takes her a second to hold herself in enough that she doesn't end up screaming the answer at Bellamy - whoever left the bear is long gone, but she still wants to scream until she found them.]

A month ago, someone stole something from me. Something important. And in its place? The same type of tacky calling card in the Seelie colours.

[it doesn't matter that she stole the Fleece from Clarisse's dying body. what matters is that someone then came and stole it from where she'd hidden it so well, and added insult to injury with the jacket the bear wore. that one was in Caer Scima, a visual reminder of what she had to avenge.]