Wild Berry Meadow I feel pretty, oh so pretty

He tries to counter with being everyone’s type and she can’t help the exaggerated roll of her eyes, yawning as if bored, and looking off somewhere else. Not even to correct his amusement about her possible former profession brings her back to his attention. West simply shakes her head in response before she slowly draws her head first back to him and then her gaze. One brow rises as if to challenge the assumption but she doesn’t speak. The dirty work of those that followed her was never touched by her paws and she gingerly lowers her nose to preen at the fur along her arm.