Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

She knew better than to take Freyja's reaction personally, though it made her cringe a little on the inside. She must look horrible. The Feisripa quickly schooled her expression and sat back, though not before reaching out toward Wildfire. The Bandrona shut her eyes and flinched away from the touch.

"I'm sorry," she said, then tried to explain, "it's just—everything hurts." She wouldn't even let Thuringwethil touch her if she could help it. She felt like a big itchy, painful scab with four legs and a tail. "And I ate a little while ago, so I'm not hungry. But," Wildfire was quick to add, "I will definitely save this for later. Thank you, Frey."

Sucking in a quiet breath, the Bandrona asked, "How're you holding up?" She hadn't forgot about the youngster's plight even in light of her own attack. And, truthfully, Wildfire would much rather focus on something and someone else besides her own violent assault.