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

It's good that he didn't give her time to answer straight off, because the snark was ready.  No, I'm gonna be a medic purely for birds, shithead. Fennec had been more prickly than usual, if that was possible; no one had been safe from her barbs, not even her parents.

He struck the nail pretty hard on the head with the second part, though, and the sarcasm died on her tongue.  That's the idea, she said, and while she was hesitant, it did feel good to admit it.  So you better be ready to pay me what a proper witch deserves, she added.  She'd settled on the title and it was what she was going with; no other would do.  She'd live in a creepy af marsh and brew remedies and poisons - no one would mess with her.