Dragoncrest Cliffs if you're not here to win get the hell out of kuwait

blixen hums, not sure what she can say to soothe her girlfriend. she's not good at being comforting and she doesn't know how furi feels, still, about rose and about everything, though she has more of an idea now at least. but she wants to try, and so she hooks a paw over the girl's silvery side and huffs a sigh into her fur. "does it matter?" she asks, shaking her head a little. "uh, i mean like -- where she was from, that sort of stuff -- isn't as important as what she was doing now. or at least that's how i feel about stuff." that her friends had lives before drageda is something she objectively knows, but something she cares very little about. whether or not thats the best way to feel about something is, well, time will tell.