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Hi Umbra! This fic was a cute delight. I had a lot of fun reading it, and while I'm glad I consumed the context material, I think it holds up without it. On a technical level I don't think I noticed anything besides a typo "hesitates" which should have been "hesitated." Easily missed, lmao. In...

Brisa let Starr take the first item of food that arrived, with a slightly envious grin. She was awfully conscious of not coming off like a feral but if Starr was going to eat with that much enthusiasm, so would she. She wasn't so selfless that she'd let Curio take the second plate, however, so...

Brisa entered the cafe ravenous for food after three days of surviving on scraps in a dark pit with Starr. She arrived with Curio and Starr in tow, half expecting more posse members to turn up at any moment, and she was so hungry she could hardly think. Anything would do. Literally any food at...

Brisa couldn't help but break into a smile of relief, before collecting herself. "I don't wanna hear another word out of either of you that ain't concernin' food. Come on, I'm literally starvin' to death, here!" The cafe was closest, so Brisa headed off that way, looking over her shoulder to...

Brisa reluctantly pulled away, self-conscious and uncertain. "We should both eat," she said, looking round at Starr. After something like three days stuck in a hole with someone she'd despised, she ought to be glad to see the back of Starr, but... the thought of leaving her behind set off a...

"I'm goddamn lucky Starr was strong enough not to agree to it," mumbled Brisa. "And yeah. Yeah we are literally fuckin' starvin'. Thank sky and stars you're here, Curio, I-" I missed you. She couldn't say it. She hugged tighter instead.

Unable to bear the thought of interminable sobbing into Curio's neck, she gave herself a small shock and somehow pushed it all down again. She didn't pull away. "We... We were..." Come on. Just tell her what happened. Fuckin' hell, you can speak language, can't ya? Brisa turned her head to...

Hold it in. Hold it in. Brisa slowly, carefully, hesitantly, put her forelimbs around Curio and pressed herself close, leaning her head against the riolu's shoulder. She took a shuddering breath and braced herself against sobs she couldn't afford to allow herself. She tried to speak, but could...

Curio. Curio was standing there. Sky and stars, how many days had it been since that goodbye in Spinda Cafe? At least a week, surely. Brisa wanted to run to Curio, if she even had the bodily strength to manage it. She wanted to run from Curio. She wanted to hope that Curio would run to her...

Diyem and company, this is Brisa and Starr reportin' in from Treasure Town Main Square. We're safe, but could use some food and medical attention.

Home at last. Brisa stood tall, and closed her eyes for a moment, to feel the sun on her fur and a breeze against her face. She looked around at the place she'd longed to return to, and for a fleeting moment, she felt at ease. She finally took a breath that felt worth taking. Diyem and...

Brisa sighed. She was at her goddamn limit. "Yes, Ma'am. Please send us to Cibus, thank you." Shut up, Starr, oh my fuckin' gods.

Brisa stuck the landing, and the jolt of impact was nearly enough to make her retch, were there anything in her stomach to void. She was beyond being fazed by the absurdity of their new environment. Just add it to the tally of stressful experiences. She decided, somewhere in her crackling...

Brisa grit her teeth hard enough to hurt, and clung tight to Starr. Just a little more bullshit left, and they'd be home. Not long now. Home soon. Home soon. 'Home.' Cibus wasn't home. It wasn't Starr's home. Or Astrid's. Or Curio's. Or hers. She told herself she just wanted to be back...

"That must be us!" exclaimed Brisa, desperate relief bleeding back into her voice. "We should hurry back. Oh, fallin'? I got no trouble with heights. As for my- my, uh. My friend, I have no idea, but she might as well remain unconscious for the trip. I hope your son won't mind carrying her."...

Brisa swallowed hard. Politeness was important. You didn't turn down hospitality. She glanced at Starr's sleeping form again, and decided that food poisoning could probably finish the litten off. "Thank you for this, Ma'am," she said with care, "but I fear our bodies work differently to yours...

"I am very hungry," answered Brisa, quietly, not sure whether her nod or her 'yes' or both had been taken for its opposite meaning. This was gonna give her such a headache. She waited until Boulder left to lay down and rub her face with her paws. Gods. Fuck. She just wanted to be back in Cibus...

Brisa nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Ma'am, we haven't eaten in some days. I appreciate your hospitality. And, ah, do call me Shinx if that's less discomfitin'. Or would a name like... 'Breccia' help me fit in around here?" Mud? Mud. Either it meant something different here, or it had...

Brisa smiled dryly. More nonsense it was. That was alright. Unlimited nonsense was better than starving to death in a dark hole with someone who hated her. (Did Starr hate her? She didn't fucking know anymore.) "I'm sure feelin' better, Ma'am. Your son saved our lives, for which I'm sorely...

Brisa roused herself first. Maybe Starr was hit harder by the use of her Radiance, maybe Brisa was simply more robust. In any case, she let the human-litten rest. Her tactical mind flickered into sputtering life to assess her situation. She was... warm. Her sliced-up paw had been bandaged. The...