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"That's not possible, Bazi. You're too hard on yourself."

Bazi grimaced hard. "No, no.. it's really not very good." To put it mildly. Scimitar might have used expletives - she was sure they had circled in his throat when he chastised her, but it was not in his nature to spit his rage. "Your brother has already told me off, so.. well.."

Bazi breathed a heavy sigh. Here goes nothing.

"I had a ...falling-out? With Danica. Actually, I just took issue with...something. It was very stupid, and I regret it, a lot. I told her to go with Njal and Tuwawi, and not to come back, so.. that's where she is. Shadow took issue with it, and Paarthurnax ... they were courting, so..." Her gaze dropped from Kaskara's face to the remnants of their lunch. "I told Shadow to leave. I thought he was a bit of an ass, anyway, always smirking.. but Paarthurnax.. is it wrong that I hope their relationships dies a thousand deaths, and she comes back? Danica won't, now. I hurt her. I should say sorry..." The end of her sentence wasn't much more than disparate thoughts. Did she dare traipse up to the Sveijarn pack and ask for Danica? Would she come? ...would she accept the apology? Was she, Bazi, even entirely alright with the whole 'ladies' thing? Not really, if she thought about it - the very idea still struck an ill chord.

She glanced up at the dark female, expecting the worst.