Broken Antler Fen We don't talk anymore.

Bridget fell into comfortable quiet as the two of them finished, Teya explaining the name and Ibis dismissing herself. There was something in the air that she couldn't place her paw on, but she let it roll off affably. It had nothing to do with her, and she assumed mostly was because of Ibis' choice to step down.

Teya seemed oddly discouraged, though, as Ibis left. Bridget's eyes settled on her, sharpening with consternation, but she listened patiently rather than immediately interrupting. You'd make a good one, if you wanted it. If you don't, you shouldn't have to. She replied, interpreting the wording she'd given it. I will be. Did she want it? Not really. These kind of talks aren't really my thing. Then, without much pause - Ibis stepping down bothers you, doesn't it?