Duskfire Glacier all this rotting fruit with you

She dropped it all the moment she heard the little chirrup that fluttered against the cavern walls. Her face fell into a shameful and embarrassed look, worried to have been caught in the act of such...feverish anger. Especially in front of her fellow soft-spoken medic.

Come. She invited as she nosed down at the pelt and smooth out all the ripples she had created. As if that act alone would soothe the flames within herself. A fool's endeavor really.

I...I'm sorry. Unspoken what for, but she hoped the other would understand nonetheless that she felt frazzled about her display.