Emberwood maybe i'm just like my mother; she's never satisfied

Relief flooded her as he assured her it was fine, but she still felt quite awful. Whatever had happened to him had clearly shaken the golden-brown man, and she didn't want to dredge anything up that brought back those memories. She was even more relieved, then, when he shifted the conversation to Figment.

Hmm, yeah, I suppose that could work, Blueberry replied, nodding solemnly. Fennec seemed pretty fierce, too, but. . . Well. She didn't really want to embarrass herself sparring with the woman. She was insecure enough already that she had a firm grasp on Bronco.

She cocked her head. If you're not really a fighter, then what do you like to do? she asked. The question was innocent enough, though she took care to keep her voice soft, praying that it didn't upset him further.