Bearclaw Valley round 'em up

twitch hesitated, eyes darting between tvar and ameline for a second time, as though she expected them to judge her answer before she’d even spoken. if only.

her voice wavered, but she pushed on, “not the best with kids. not much of a fighter, either.” the words felt flimsy as they left her mouth, but they were honest, even if she immediately regretted mentioning it. she wasn’t a warrior, not in the sense of teeth and claws, but she wasn’t useless either.

she exhaled sharply, almost laughing at herself. something to soothe her nerves. “i can hunt. know my way around a few herbs to mend,”

her gaze flickered to tvar, looking for some unspoken reassurance, but his expression remained neutral, watchful. she turned back to Ameline, straightening slightly. "whatever you need more, i'll do." what she didn't know how to do, she would learn.