Bearclaw Valley round 'em up

twitch stiffened the moment the tall, windswept woman emerged from the trees, her stature alone enough to make her wilt a fraction. her gaze flicked between the pair, as though she might find some anchor to ground herself in their faces, but instead, all she found was a pointed need to speak.

the regina's tone was kind enough, her lisp softening the sharp edges of her words. she swallowed thickly, realizing after an awkward pause that she'd been asked a question.

"i—" her voice cracked, rough with disuse, and she cursed herself for it. clearing her throat, she tried again, though her words came quickly, like a river over rocks. "twitch is fine."

her gaze darted to tvar briefly, searching for some reassurance before she forced herself to look back at ameline. "i didn’t need much sweet-talking anyways," a wry, almost self-deprecating twist pulled at her lips, as if she found herself funny in some distant, uncomfortable way.

she shifted her weight uneasily, claws scuffing the ground. "i'm... not much, but I don't take up space for free. I can work." even if she wasn’t sure how to sell herself, she would do whatever was needed to pull her weight. that was what mattered.