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Brisa shrugged as expansively as her feline shoulders would allow. "Felt like shit, came here to drink. Feelin' better now with pleasant company. Actually, Astrid and I were just thinkin' of sparring. Don't suppose you fellas would be willin' to join us?"

"Howdy, Cynthian," called Brisa, with genuine pleasure. "Feelin' right as rain, here. Thanks for visitin' me the other day while I was laid up, pity I wasn't in better shape for conversation." And yes, Cabot was with him. She'd bumped into him a few times by now and he seemed a decent fella...

"A spar? Yeah. I'm always up for a spar. And I haven't been able to while laid up in the guild hospital. Sure." She wasn't lying. She was the gal who sparred at every opportunity. That's just how she was. But still... ...maybe she wouldn't use that radiant power that fucked her over so badly...

A trip to the river... to hang out with Astrid? That sounded... real lovely, actually. Brisa didn't answer straight away, in case her flustered heart fucked it up for her, but waved a paw at the newcomers. "I can see 'em from here," she said. "Reckon it's... Cynthian and Cabot."

"Oh no. I'm so fuckin' gay."

Brisa let out a low whistle of approval at the remark about how many outlaws Astrid had arrested. So, she could fight after all, huh? With any luck, Brisa would get to test her mettle in the near future. "Y'know, it kinda says somethin' that you're under less pressure tryin' to save the world...

Brisa nodded. "Yeah. I get that." She chewed over whether to open up about her own life, and whether it was down to the whiskey or Astrid's earnestness, she felt she could. "No dreams here, but I do think about home more than I let on. I have a friend, a golett who goes by Gil. The rest of...

Brisa actually broke into a grin of her own at that, and immediately tried stifling it with little success. Brisa hummed to herself and idly scratched a couple thoughts in the sand. "I reckon... we all came here to help out, even the grouchy, weird or... worryin' types. Not to get anything for...

Astrid's earnest moment of vulnerability brought out a different kind of smile, if only briefly. What she'd just said rung a few bells for Brisa, so... perhaps they'd got a few more things in common than she'd realised. "Enforcing the law? Oh, right. The ranger stuff." Brisa cracked her neck...

Brisa nodded and took the canteen gratefully. Besides being a gift—and you didn't turn down a thoughtful effort like that—it was a practical concern. "Thanks," she said with a gasp, after downing plenty of it. "I'll be fine, I ain't new to holding my drink, but I sure 'ppreciate the help."...

Brisa's whiskey-induced boldness evaporated the moment she processed the tenderness of Astrid's reply. Brisa stammered her reply. "I would lo-, that is, yes pl-, I mean ah, yeah, I also... wanna be your-- your friend." Your smile is awful pretty, she didn't say. Neither did she reach forward...

Rather than flinch away, Brisa actually leaned into the touch. The change in her body was immediate—her shoulders and jaw relaxed, and she took her grip off the bottle, leaving it in its pouch. She tensed up again a little at the mention of the word radiance, but it didn't last. "I want you to...

Brisa's face darkened as she looked down. "Still got perfect balance," she muttered, but she took a seat by Astrid all the same. She didn't say anything at first, but right as Astrid was opening her mouth to speak, Brisa blurted out a broken scoff. "The other time I did somethin' like this, I...

Brisa blew out a long breath. It stank of whiskey. Alright then, better be out with it. "I fucked up." Look at Astrid, don't look at Astrid... she settled on a space just off from the vulpix's head at which to stare. "Someone did something terrible to Curio, once. And a few days ago, I did...

Brisa gave Astrid a hard look. "Okay. Suppose that... this person, they attack you while sparring, then. And the attack... hurts you, hurts you so bad you're still hurtin' a couple days later. Didn't mean to hurt ya. Didn't realise it would. But it happened." More whiskey. "Is it, is that...

Did she want to? Fuck, maybe. Was it a good idea? Gods only knew. Astrid's worried face was so earnest. So concerned. Why not get this over with and skip to the part where it wasn't? "Tell me Astrid," she began, feeling the self-loathing bubble up to the surface as she realised what she was...

Brisa blinked owlishly at Astrid. She couldn't tell if the vulpix was behaving in a normal way. Was it... not noticeable that Brisa was a mess? Surely she wasn't doing that good a job of holdin it together. "I guess," she said. "Never saw the coast back home. Too far inland. Novelty ain't worn...

Gods. Fuckin' Curio. She... Brisa had thought... No, she was just being stupid. A sparring match, a sorry conversation, and a couple weeks of rooming together. That... that made a real friendship? Ha! No! Fuckin' idiot. 'Course they weren't close enough to ride out something like that last...

Gods, if only she could fucking believe that. She really, really wanted to believe that. She just didn't know if she could. Or if she'd lose her shit in public if she thought about it too hard. Fuck, she just needed to be gone. And drunk. Drunk and away from Curio. "Sure. See you round, then."...

Brisa stood stock-still, waiting. It wouldn't change anything. Get it over with. Just please don't look at my face.