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although she had been ready for a fight, she knew it would have earned her no favors. wylla had taught her how to gain the upper hand even with her smaller stature, but every fight that had ever occurred was a roll of the dice and she was not sure that fate would favor her given her circumstances. outside of that, what would come of her if she returned to the river injured? who would take care of her when she was the resident patch-up extraordinaire?

although his demeanor had changed, she did not trust him to come closer. to be able to code switch like that meant this guy was absolutely bananapants. who was to say that he wouldn't just turn again once he had closed the distance and gained his advantage? she snarled, stepping back.

her voice rasped now thanks to the intensity of her outrage. i don't know shit about fuck and even if i did, there's no chance i'd be telling you. he already thought she was stupid, she might as well play into it.