It had been this way for weeks. Starry hated being alone, but that hatred was far outweighed by her immense fear of leaving the comfort and safety of her bed. The only time she would ever slither out from underneath her sheet is when she needed to use the restroom, a brief distraction which she made as sparingly as she could.
This all stemmed from one of Starry's dumber ideas. Some distant town Starry had never heard of called the Swordmares for help, and Starry rushed off alone like a fool into an obvious trap. It was slavers, and they put Starry through what she had described as unfathomable torture.
Starry had been broken long before Jasmine and Shutter had rescued her. Starry had gained several dozen pounds back since her return, and she no longer looked like a skeleton wrapped in a sheet, but her mental trauma crippled her. Shutter and Jasmine were the only ponies she was comfortable speaking with, and even then she preferred not to.