Moonspear You can't fix it

The sight of her best friend calmed her fraught nerves somewhat. Treepie padded closer to Tiki, a slain rabbit dangling from her jaws. She paused beside the other young woman, gently setting the kill at her feet. When she raised her head, she tried to catch Tiki’s eye, then nosed beneath the nearer one.

She mustered all the bravado she could to ask, Do you think you’ll stay? I would understand if you didn’t want to.

Pie’s heart thudded against her ribs. She hoped for the best but braced for the worst. She’d already decided that she was staying put, no matter what, even if she ended up all by herself. But if Tikaani left—and asked her to leave too—then she would have a very tough time sticking to her guns.