Bramblepoint behind her tired eyes

apologies for the small phone post!

”And I’m fine.”

Very well. He rumbled with a dismissive wave of his tail. If that was all perhaps he should get going. No need to linger and beckon forth the threat of an angry parent or guardian. If she truly was fine (and she looked it, no gushing wounds or dying breaths) he was not needed here, was he?

But he couldn’t even pull away from his spot before she spoke once more. If her words had meant to be a question, they sounded more like a statement. Regardless he replied. I am. What of it? His tone was not snappish like the words might suggest, his voice instead held curiosity. Why did the girl care how he affiliated? Perhaps she had never met such rogues before. He was left to wonder and draw his own conclusions until she answered.