Panther Park when rome's in ruins, we are the lions free of the coliseums

Eastwood gets straight to the point, something she's always appreciated about him, though never so much as in this moment. It doesn't make it any easier, but it makes it less painful. She swallows, biting her cheek and then flinging her words out with the same haste as a sick child swallowing cough syrup. Yes, please, Her gaze is trained firmly on her paw as she speaks, resisting the urge to snap when he comments on how deep it is. I can see that, Captain Obvious, she thinks, gritting her teeth. She wants the thorn out more than she wants to argue with Eastwood, though, so she only bites her tongue and waits.