"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Beyza had not wanted the girls to wander on their own in the darkness. Although one of the monsters had been their kin, and maybe - through Jamie - they all were, she did not want to take the risk that they would harm the three perfect girls. But now, with the sun returned, she lets them explore as they wish. They have their shadow wolves with them and, typically, each other and she is not overly worried about them getting into trouble.
Not to say she does not occasionally check in on them with her magic when she is not by their side, sending her vision to spot them.
Her love for the three girls has not faded - it grows daily as they begin to develop their own personalities. Every other emotion, however, Beyza has resumed her habit of packaging them away. When uncertainty rises up whether the sun returned because she had failed Jamie, when she feels both guilt and joy at its presence, she sweeps these thoughts away and only lets herself feel bliss or sweet neutrality.
It is early in the morning and there is not a cloud in the sky above Pangea. Beyza is wandering through one of the canyons, where the low sun has not quite reached and there are still shadows - but not for long. Soon the sun will continue to rise and everything will be washed in brilliant summer light. The girls are off somewhere else, playing or exploring, and she is for the moment on her own.
There’s a small smile on her crystalline features while she walks eyes on the bright sky, and the only thought she allows through into her head is that she hopes Este is doing better now.