Noctisardor Bypass I'm sick and tired of love songs

Wylla returned Druid's smile with a tight-lipped one of her own and a silent bob of her head. It occurred to her suddenly that she shouldn't have said bitch's tit, either, but Druid hadn't repeated it, so maybe it would be fine. Swears never hurt anyone, anyway.

Night, she said, then turned her gaze to the sky once more. Wylla was seized by the desire to yell at the lights now, test the theory that they would steal her soul. Would that be so bad? She could certainly do with less to worry about.

That fleeting moment of daring left her, like it always did, and she stood, stretched, and headed off to find her own bed.