Whitewater Gorge The Scars on My Mind Are on Replay, R-Replay

A snarl was quick to form, just like that day. It was like her thoughts had summoned her brother's presence as he skidded between them as the stranger backed off. Not much had changed, but it suddenly felt as if some of the weight had been lifted from her chest. The Empress continued her huffed breathing as she slowly recomposed herself, owlish eyes moving between the woman and her brother before she finally croaked out a response, I— I'm fine— Surely it wouldn't be believed, but the young girl would insist it if pressed further. She sniffed, a trembling paw raising to rub at her nose.