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Brisa huffed, taken aback.
"Well, we need to take a collective breather and stock up afore we go stormin' in, which means securin' volunteers, then comin' up with a plan. There's no sense chargin' in just to get bushwhacked. ...Not that I ain't thrilled to have ya with us, but I didn't precisely mean that. I was askin' if you were okay. Y'been spacin' out since that bastard made his appearance."
'That bastard.' Brisa knew Starr knew Giovanni, that was obvious enough even if it hadn't got out, but she hadn't dared pry. Maybe it was time.
"Y'wanna tell me where yer head's at, Starr?"
It occurred to Brisa to reach out and grip her friend's shoulder, the way Luz did to everyone. Her paw shifted, but remained on the ground.
"Well, we need to take a collective breather and stock up afore we go stormin' in, which means securin' volunteers, then comin' up with a plan. There's no sense chargin' in just to get bushwhacked. ...Not that I ain't thrilled to have ya with us, but I didn't precisely mean that. I was askin' if you were okay. Y'been spacin' out since that bastard made his appearance."
'That bastard.' Brisa knew Starr knew Giovanni, that was obvious enough even if it hadn't got out, but she hadn't dared pry. Maybe it was time.
"Y'wanna tell me where yer head's at, Starr?"
It occurred to Brisa to reach out and grip her friend's shoulder, the way Luz did to everyone. Her paw shifted, but remained on the ground.