Redhawk Caldera Wanna try to paint the world in a new way

Fading here <3

She nodded, trying to hide her sniffles behind an eager smile when Bridget told her not to spread the secret around. She expected some sage advice about being herself and screw the rest of the world, but what the blonde healer had to say was a far cry from that.

It was good advice in its own right, and Sora would keep it in mind in the days to come, but it would be a while before she could convince herself of it. At the moment, she didn't feel she deserved much of anything, and perhaps that was the problem. After all, how could she expect her mother or Bronco or anyone else to treat her with the respect she truly deserved if she didn't even feel worthy of it?

Bridget's next piece of advice was that no one was perfect. On a subconscious level, Sorana picked up the meaning, but couldn't acknowledge it for what it was. It was unlikely she would connect it with her mother or Bronco and the grace she ought to extend to them when the time came; she was too mired in her own unhappiness to think that way just yet.

Thanks, aunt Bridget, she said. I'll... Try to figure that out. There wasn't much left to talk about on that front without going in circles, so Sorana invited her aunt to the river with her to freshen up and maybe try to catch a fish or two in hopes of lightening the mood a little before departing her dear aunt's company.