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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...

They... weren't dead. They survived. "Looks like we aren't doin' any mercy killin'," said Brisa, with considerable relief. She stared at the new terrain presenting itself to her. It was rougher than it had been, more 'steep' than 'sheer.' What had been an unscaleable edifice was now a rugged...

Brisa kept her gaze level. She saw fear, mostly, when she looked in Starr's eyes now. What did Starr see in hers? Was there anything to see? "Yes," she said, softly. "I do."

Brisa looked Starr plainly in the face, her own expression drawn by fatigue of every variety. She didn't have the energy to think through the human's psychology right now. "I'm not stupid, Starr. Neither are you. Nobody would be around to kill me. I would be alone, and die slowly. I know this...

Brisa made a non-committal noise in her throat. "Yeah," she said. "I'm sure that's right." She wasn't much good at lying. The fact was, she'd accepted when she took this mission that Diyem might be lying or mistaken. Maybe wherever they were was beyond his reach. That was okay with her. She...

Brisa smiled ruefully to herself. She was going to have to get used to a certain abrasiveness from Starr, if they were going to be... on speaking terms, she supposed. Or even friends, maybe? Did you become friends if you lived through something like this together? She didn't know, and she wasn't...

Brisa fought down the impulse to defend herself. 'Self-pitying garbage'. Like she hadn't tried asking for help from others in the past and been turned down? Like Starr had given such a strong impression that she'd be willing to help? But then again, Starr pulled through for teammates, grudge or...

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