Sun Mote Copse I don't need to be reminded what it takes to kill the fun

Well, neither of them seemed any more open to her intervention, but they did at least seem to get the point now. Finley sucked in a deep breath and told herself not to roll her eyes as Kiwi dismissed her, again. She may have protested, but Clover was right there, onboard with it. She glanced sidelong at her daughter with a look that quite plainly declared her skepticism that she could handle this. But, in the end, who was she to force herself into a situation where she wasn't wanted? There were plenty of others not too far from here where she knew she'd be more than welcome.

Still. She gave a pointed look at Clover as she turned to go and said quietly, "Just remember, anger doesn't heal," she advised before stepping lightly away from the both. Anger always felt good in the moment, but it never made anything better or easier in the long run. What she didn't want was to turn her back and let this become a bitch-fest at Wildfire's or Bat's expense. That was like throwing calamine lotion on a mosquito bite - it brought relief for a little while, but there was still an itchy as fuck lump on your leg, ruining your life when you brushed it lightly against something ten minutes later.

Fin out!