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Bridget had hoped that her words might make Teya feel better and less... grey? It was hard to describe, but there just wasn't much she recognized of her friend right now. It was rough to see and rougher still to know that there wasn't much she could do. She had been gone for too long and missed her chance to make that difference.

Of course. She replied easily. With that she dropped the subject entirely and lapsed into comfortable silence. Unless Teya spoke, she wouldn't try to continue, and instead began to work on gently clearing the snarls from her pelt.

If this was the better way to help, she'd do it. Eventually Reyes would come and she would leave, of course, to allow them the time. It hurt a bit to think back to a time when she might have been enough, but it was clear to Bridget now that she wasn't the one who Teya truly had wanted to see come through that entrance. A small wellspring of disappointment opened in her chest, but otherwise, she let it pass by unsaid. It should not have been a surprise.