Sun Mote Copse And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down

That was all she really needed - he had given her an open invitation.  What did she do now?  Fennec tended to keep a pretty tight lid on things, as a rule.  Small smiles, sarcasm, and cutting remarks were how she showed both affection and anger.  So when she felt herself beginning to seeth again, she had to begin to pace.  She didn't know how else to let it out.

She's the fucking worst is what!  I'm learning to be a fucking healer, and first job Eljay gives me, she won't even let me do it.  She spat.  What, I'm so blind, better to knock me off my fucking feet than let me dare try to do something useful?

She had forgotten who she was talking to for a moment, but a second later, it clicked.  Shit.  So far, she'd been making Eljay keep it a secret that she was training.  It still hadn't occurred to her that this was a large portion of her current troubles, but it did occur to her that now, Bronco knew.  Well, so what?  It wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

Still, she kept her mouth shut, waiting with a weird sort of trepidation.  She didn't know why it was such a thing to her, admitting it.  But it was.