Brisa knew Starr well enough by now to know there was something she wasn't saying yet. Her ears dropped a little and she rolled on her beach towel to rest on her side, facing Starr. She dug a paw into warm sand, smiled faintly, and resolved to be honest.
"Kinda, yeah. I mean, there's no tellin' if I'll ever get the opportunity t'do it fer real, y'understand. But supposin' that I could... Then, maybe. I don't have much tyin' me to my home 'sides my sense of duty, an' a guardian legend serves that same duty in any case, so if I gotta go back, I don't got much t'lose by becomin' a zeraora."
She searched Starr's vaguely troubled face for the nature of her worry. Was this about . . . Brisa pushing herself too hard again? Or something else...?