“I know you don’t trust me, but if you are willing, I would like to assist with the... stress you’re under. You can bring Starr and Astrid if you want. Just an old monk practice.”
Brisa flicked an ear and raised a brow. "I appreciate yer consideration, Bahamut. I reckon I can take a guess what kinda
stress yer thinkin' of, but I can't say as I have much idea what you intend t'do about it."
She thought it over as Bahamut discussed the upcoming mission with the others present. Brisa was preparing for
that eventuality in the way that suited her best. The bookies at the Colo loved her by now, ha. But the other thing, the
'stress'...? She just hoped Bahamut didn't plan on forcing that issue before she was ready, if indeed he was thinking of what she suspected.
"Hmm? Hot stone therapy? Don't reckon I'm, ah, familiar with the concept?"
Therapy seemed to mean something different every time it came up. Brisa liked
Fugu's therapy. Nothing like wailing on an opponent who could not only take it, but your bullshit, too.