Redsand Canyon And I may have dreamt it

Fennec bristled a bit when he offered advice. She hadn't asked for his opinion and immediately took offense, reading into it a sense of superiority that really wasn't there. Instead, she was projecting her own insecurities into him.

Real fights don't come with rules. Practicing otherwise means dying unprepared. She replied, tone heated. She didn't need to talk to anyone - and even if she did. Even if she wanted to. She wouldn't know where to start, and there was no way anyone here needed to hear it.

She hardly owed him an explanation. Without so much as a goodbye, Fennec turned and frostily began to depart.