Broken Antler Fen I'd hate to see you waiting

So she wasn't going now. Bridget's assumption had been off, and under better circumstances, she likely would have eaten crow for thinking the worst. Instead she just watched and let Teya leave in peace, lavender gaze uncharacteristically serious.

She should call and have her come back; she needed help cleaning this. But no, she would manage. She was annoyed, she found, deeply. And that rankled feeling didn't sit well with Bridget. What was Teya's problem?

She'd said it wasn't a problem. Why didn't she trust her? And even more, what was with her grudge against the Redhawks? From where she stood, Towhee had done nothing to deserve it.

For the first time since they'd met, they were at odds. And, not for the first time, Bridget began to question just how well she really knew her friend after all. It was thematically on point that she'd be poking that while literally tending an open wound.

Maybe, if she got some sleep, by the time she woke they could talk things out.