Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

Tzila nodded, tail waving slowly. "Good. I doubt you would even want to run into them to begin with." Mindless beasts, that's what they were. Foolish enough, spineless enough to allow a child to lead. She had no comment to his non-fighting nature, unsure if it was entirely true. If he really wasn't the fighting type, then he might get way in over his head, one day. She on the other hand, was not at all opposed to a fight. Or starting one, if the right mood struck her.

Night had fallen, and its darkness seemed to remind her of her true nature. Or what she believed it to be. Her mood shifted and her eyes fell. Any light heartedness was gone from her face, replaced by a distant stoicism. She moved away only a few steps, as if to put distance between them. When she spoke again, her voice was removed. Hollow. "Look...you shouldn't be around me. We shouldn't be here." She sounded resigned. "I'm not a good person." She said lowly, casting him a small, single look out of the corner of her eye.