Sun Mote Copse Undo

"What did you do?" Wraen grinned back, amused by, how embarrassed Bronco felt and feeling sorry that he had dragged this guilt with him over into the afterlife. Sure - she had been no different - she also had regrets about things she had done or could have done better or could have not said at all. Yet death had evened it all out for her and it had not bothered her much over there. Now, however, she felt that the longer time she spent in this world, the more characteristics of being a live person here, she picked up. And she was pretty sure that maybe few days from now she would begin to rethink her life and move on. 

"About that old argument? Well, no one died," she said and chuckled, because this was not true. She had died. "Not because of that. No offence, my friend, in my last moments here I did not think about that bastard Bronco and, how he should have respect to old people and not talk back and not point out to their flaws, when that privilege is reserved to the oldies only," she laughed. "It happened and maybe the only thing to feel sorry for is that, had either of us been less prideful, we might have had few more good hours or days together then," she told him and leaned down to nuzzle his forehead affectionately. If he let him, because - despite the small packing - Bronco was an adult and she remembered well him being big.