Redhawk Caldera Than lying at the sharp end of this knife

Rest sounded amazing, but Fennec knew it would be a long time coming.  Yeah.  She paused, wondering if she should apologize again, but then shrugged it off.  She didn't really need to be sorry, not for wanting to improve herself.  And she'd already done so for the wakeup, so doing it again was just redundant and irritating, yeah?

Thanks.  She settled on acknowledging the offer for help, though she knew there wasn't much of anything Niamh could do.  She didn't know plants from what Fennec recalled, and she was no medic, much as she'd insisted on stepping in a few months ago.  Seemed they were past that now, though; Niamh seemed to have no qualms about her caretaking now.  She'd be flattered if she wasn't just kinda... all over the place.  

For now, she'd overworn her welcome and come out of it with a promise, best she could hope for.  Fennec turned tail and left, still with an itch that needed scratching, one that would carry her out of the territory and in search of herbs before she returned.  She had no idea that she'd have another fight on her hands too... but apparently, one way or another, the universe delivered.