Redhawk Caldera Blue Hours

Bridget's chuckling stopped when she noticed Bronco's reaction to her words, and instantly she knew the look of a triggered individual. Either he, or someone he cared about deeply, had experienced something in line with what she said. And it was likely, four legs or no, they hadn't come out as well as she had from the experience.

Sorry. We don't need to talk about that. She said, dismissing the subject with a casual air, though the look she gave him had a touch of concern. They could talk about it, if he wanted, but every individual handled this kind of thing differently. Some found it helpful to talk - others couldn't bring themselves to.

She could carry on the conversation herself, but she gave it a moment's pause. Looking for a signal to determine what course she'd take next, and whether there was anything she could say to ease a bit of what she saw but couldn't quite parse yet.