Whitefish River It's Quiet Uptown

sorry for the wait

Her burns weren't that bad? Of course, she was happy to hear that her friend wasn't suffering as much physically as she had originally thought, but that meant she was suffering in some other way. It became apparent what she meant as they continued their conversation. 

Speedy moved and settled down next to Ira, careful not to touch any of her burns. Maybe, she answered to the Count's first question. It certainly tests our will, but whether that is the purpose, I don't know. She drew in a breath and released a quiet sigh. Sometimes, things are just too much to persevere through, and that's okay too. Admitting that and asking for help shows strength too. She gave a small huff. I have trouble remembering that sometimes. She was always bad at following her own advice. 

As for leading, it hadn't been on Speedy's radar at all. She was happy where she was, and busy too. Not recently. Of course if that was what Ira wished of her, she would happily help out in any way she could. She couldn't say she never thought of it before; her parents were leaders, and she had once entertained the idea of doing the same when she was older. Was she older now? She had children and a pack that she loved and whose medical needs were her responsibility, but she had trouble seeing herself as anything other than the naive little girl that came here on her own with no plan. Things certainly had changed since then. But was she capable of being a leader?