Hushed Willows Choose not a life of imitation

Izumi had a slight accent too, Bridget noticed, and a bit of the same halting speech pattern.  She didn't mind it one bit, but it did make her wonder at the variety here as compared to back home.  Even strangers there had all seemed similar.  She was quick to offer help, and Bridget paused, then shrugged.  Hurts like hell, but I doubt it's too deep.  You mind givin it a quick clean?  I can put something on it later.  She asked, smiling as she realized the irony of her asking for help after just offering it.  Well, no matter how skilled a healer she was or wasn't, there was no way she'd get her tongue to the top of her head as well as someone else could.  and any paw cleaning was bound to be sub-par.

She wondered at Teya's sudden withdrawal, but had no way of knowing what it was caused by.  So instead she looked from one to the other, best she could, while she held her head down.  Do you two know each other, then?  Maybe she'd misjudged and her friend was just shy, which would check with just about everything else she knew about her.  Absolutely fucking adorably quiet, but also maddeningly so when it came to talking about herself.

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