Bramblepoint Take a look inside my eyes

Bridget's offer was preposterous, poorly offered and sourly rejected with a scoff. The lighting rod of pain was worth the exaggeration, Etephyr gritted her teeth through the pain and wore a half baked sneer. As the pain ebbed, the overo laid her body back down into the crook of the tree, staring aimlessly in the distance. "I won't stay at your home, what could it possibly have to offer me?" She dryly questioned. "More debt?" Etephyr answered, her expression dulled. "You say I owe you nothing but I will not take your word on that, as far as I am concerned I have a tab to pay when I am healed. Your services rendered will be dutifully kept track of and compensated accordingly, not a morsel more, not a hair less. Understand?" Etephyr hauled her frame back up to connect her golden orbs to her medics lavenders. The bitches eyes were sharp, lids laxed but jaw tight, she wasn't going to take no for an answer.