Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

So... Turq is genuinely a piece of crap. :o

Rivet made yet another valid point, yet Turquoise remained blind to the sound logic of it. "Just because you don't say it doesn't mean you don't think it," she argued. "I know you must think it. You're probably thinking all sorts of shit about me right now," which might have been the truth—not to mention well-deserved at this point.

"I don't know..." she said slowly when Rivet apologized. She meant to say, I don't know if I trust it. Maybe Rivet was just saying the words because she was sick of fighting and would say anything to end it. Turq knew she must secretly be thinking vicious thoughts about her. The idea made her insides burn with anger and another feeling she couldn't quite name (shame).

Her teeth clenched so tightly that she heard two canines scrape together. She worked her jaw, trying to relax some of the tension, even as she looked at Rivet, whose eyes remained fastened on the ground. Guilt began to lick at her belly now. Somewhere deep down, Turq knew that she was not only completely wrong but totally to blame for how this had all shaken out. Right now, though, she obstinately clung to her misplaced sense of justification.

Heaving a lusty sigh, Turq said, "Look, let's just forget it, I guess," in a tone of voice that passively-aggressively suggested that she would not be forgetting it any time soon. "What do you want to do for dinner now? I'm still starving. I don't really have the energy to hunt or fish or whatever. Wanna just find some freakin' carrion or something?"