Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

She cringed inwardly when the Feisripa called out after her. Turning to peer over her shoulder, she fibbed, "Call of nature!" Wildfire slunk out of view for a minute or two, loitering since she didn't actually have to go. She took this time to try and collect herself and push the tension out of her core. Several deep breaths were inhaled and subsequently exhaled. She even went as far as to give her slim body a good shake before stepping back toward the youth.

"Sorry," she said, trying to smooth the remaining tension out of her facial muscles. She recalled how intuitive Freyja had been the last time she'd been in a mood and knew she would have to put forth a conscientious effort to maintain a facsimile of good nature. At least it wasn't nearly as personal this time, which would hopefully make things easier. "How're you, Frey?"