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A great friend? She doubted that; but the thought behind it was sweet, anyway. She lightens, a teasing half-smile scrunching one side of her face. I appreciate you sayin' that, but you don't have to lie to me, pal. I'm a bitch. I wear it like a badge a' honor.
Pack of assholes, as Akavir would say.
He says his issues lie with Akavir — or at the very least, are problems only he can deal with. I get it, she shrugs. I shouldn't have tried to pry.
Admittedly, however, she wonders what could possibly be so top-secret important that only the best-bro could handle such intel. Or perhaps she was just being out of line. Maybe it really wasn't any of her goddamn business.
I think we need somethin' fun. All this drama and constant moping is making my head feel like it's gonna explode. She slouches. Akavir says he and Eshe are planning some kinda festival-thing for the valley packs, but I can't help but worry shit's gonna hit the fan, y'know? Always something.