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Brisa sat and listened attentively with her tail curled around her forepaws. "You're talkin' like you're born-civilised. So... Guessin' you grew up away from folks, or somethin'?" The poor fella looked kinda forlorn... Brisa considered offering a hug, but thought better. She didn't know how it...

Feral. "Uh, yeah. Don't have much." Feral. "Say, Owen." Feral. "I, ah. Didn't realise... that you've had trouble with folks callin' ya 'feral' too." How had this not come up already? ...well, probably because nobody had pre-existing knowledge and prejudices against the rest of the posse...

So, the charmander talked to himself. She hadn't known that about him. That was something else they had in common then, or at least, she'd done that back home. Not so much lately. "Hey, Owen. Gimme a moment." Brisa put her nose to work finding Owen's curry bowl. With how often he used it and...

Brisa stood in the middle of the living quarters staring around herself at the place that most of the team had sheltered each night for nearly a month. She already had her possessions gathered—they were few in number, and she needed only a small saddlebag to carry what wouldn't fit in her...

Oh, huh. That was... kinda sweet, actually. Brisa paused and wrestled with her head a minute, before pulling the covers over Astrid's sleeping form, and let herself out. Friends. They were... friends. And oh, how warm it made her feel. <><><><><><>

"Ah, don't worry about me. I'm a trooper." She looked at Astrid's worried face, sighed, and relented. "Okay. I'll take care of myself. Just so long as you rest up yourself, Astrid. That's only fair, y'hear?" Brisa felt herself relax, even though her ears were still warm, and she fell into...

Shit, Brisa should probably learn how to text. Okay. Okay. "Yeah, of course you won't! You're tough, I can tell." Brisa smiled back, and not for the first time, felt a mixture of relief, confusion and pain that for as long as she was in Cibus, she could be happy... "So it's agreed. I'll check...

Name: Gil Gender: No Species: Golett Brief description: A fairly typical golett in appearance, but with green internal light and a 'wind' symbol for their glyph. They wear a mail courier's cap. They are excessively polite, unfalteringly principled and brave to a fault. Their lexical register is...

"I hope you don't! But... I'm glad you're safe." Brisa looked about awkwardly for a moment, unsure of herself. "Say, Astrid. I'll keep comin' round to check on you while you're restin' up if you like. And after you're free'n clear... how about we make up for lost time a little? I still ain't...

Brisa's heart sank as she watched Astrid begin to burn with purpose from her goddamn sickbed. Ranger Escarpa opened her mouth to answer. "We're partners in this posse," she told her friend. "We gotta count on each other. I don't wanna see you in the infirmary week after week, y'hear?"

Brisa nodded and rubbed her head sheepishly. "I guess so. I don't know who's heard what about the Reverse World. I kinda didn't want everyone crowdin' round me askin' if I was okay. It's, uh. Not like it's the first time I've spent days trapped without food, or anythin'. Not that big a deal."...

"...yeah. After I talked with you I wanted to start on fixin' things with folks. I thought I'd give Curio space first and patch things up with Starr. It, uh... didn't work out." Brisa really didn't want to have to spell it out. She'd been plenty earnest enough for one interaction already...

Brisa shut her eyes and tried not to tremble as Astrid's tail came to rest on her shoulder. Astrid was a normal person, a sweet person, she wouldn't know what a gesture like that would do to Brisa. Get a grip. She nodded, and forced a smile. "Thanks for comfortin' me, Astrid. I sure do...

Thanks to everyone for their reviews! I'm so sorry for the enormous delay in replying, but I've been having a rough time of it for a while now. I will be writing Different Eyes' 2020 revision for NaNoWriMo this year, and hope to publish quite a lot of new content before 2021. Wish me luck~ @Pen...

Me, for nearly three weeks, ever since I found out Brisa was gonna get shadowed for Boss Four. Original doodle by Chibi.

Oh. Oh hell. What Astrid was saying was nothing but reassuring, so why was it getting harder stay composed? Brisa nodded and gave herself the tiniest jolt of electricity to perk herself back up. Get a grip, ranger! Time for the truth. "Okay. That's... I feel the same way, Astrid." She chuckled...

Brisa made a low whistle as she churned through what there was to say in her mind. Behind her, her tail brushed against the floor in mnemonic patterns to help her hold it in her head. "Well... a fair few of us were feelin' the effects of the shadows. Celeste said a couple choice things when it...

Brisa automatically put a paw around Astrid to steady her, and then after a few moments, recognised that this was another... hug. Her third in less than a week. After four years of- oh, she was gonna need to lie down after this... but not before she leaned in and returned the hug as best she...

Brisa stood from her cushion and met Astrid's eyes again as Ranger Escarpa. "I'm fine. But you need rest. Proper bed rest, y'hear?" She moved forward, intending to lift Astrid back into bed herself.

Brisa broke eye contact, heart starting up again. Gods, ever since she got to Cibus, it was one emotionally turbulent moment after another. She was gonna have to tell Astrid what happened before she found out from someone else. "We got the machine. It was tough, and... there were some...