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praimfaya's concern for the boy — because dry heaving doesn't strike her as normal though she is no medic so what does she know? — is met with a snap of his teeth in her direction and a dismissal. her black, leathery nostrils flare and she lifts her muzzle imperiously at his insolence. she'd only been trying to be nice but his surly attitude tells her that it's not welcome. fine, she thinks fiercely. really? praimfaya asks him with a scoff. yeah, because you look fine. her tone lacing heavy with sarcasm.

but if he wanted to throw bravado around then that was his business. there was nothing wrong with admitting that he wasn't ok in the face of the basilisk's death, though this brings to question would praimfaya be in his pawsteps ...would she admit to not being ok? probably not. admitting that would feel like a weakness to her and admitting weakness makes you look vulnerable even if it is to a pack-mate. he begins to leave and praimfaya makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. you just gonna leave that cache open? she calls after him.