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Oh. She was definitely disappointed, but in an offhand way.  On the one hand, this meant the role was more needed than ever; on the other, it meant she would have to learn what she could on the go.  Leticia had told her a number of time she had a particularly solid rock on her shoulders.... but she wasn't bothered.  The memory usually made her chuckle... one of few from the old glen worth remembering.

I am.  Well, kind of?  I used to be given chores for our healer when I'd get myself into trouble, and well... you can imagine what kind of kid I was, because it became a sort of trade of mine.  She grinned, obviously not at all apologetic.  Those geezers in the old court had more than deserved the tricks she'd played.  They'd all had sticks shoved a variety of depths, and it wasn't her fault they didn't appreciate her gracious attempts at removing them.

So just stars then?  Or is there something else you like to do?  She was quiet... Bridget could immediately gather that.  And while she was a force to reckon with, she meant well, and only began to pry when she sensed comraderie.  She liked this woman's demure nature, but mainly because it made her curious of what might be hiding beneath it.