Private Roleplay in keeping secrets of silent earth

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Brynhild had been avoiding most of Dawnbreak since her return.

Not intentionally. At least, that was what she told herself.

The truth was simpler. Moving hurt. Standing hurt. Existing hurt. Four days back and she still wasn't accustomed to the ache that settled deep within the crooked set of her leg. The splint kept it supported, but it didn't fix the damage. Nothing would.

So she kept to herself.

Rested where she could. Growled at anyone who looked too sympathetic. Tiberii's voice reached her before the woman herself did.

Bryn?

One ear twitched.

The wolf lifted her head from where she'd been sprawled beneath a sparse tree, gold eyes narrowing toward the approaching figure. At first she was prepared to offer some sarcastic remark. Then she got a better look at the bull.

And stopped.

Tiberii looked...

Strange.

Brynhild couldn't place it immediately.

Not sick.

Not injured.

Just... off.

Like something had hollowed her out and filled the space with uncertainty. The sight was unsettling.

Aye?

Her voice came rough from disuse.

Brynhild shifted herself upright, suppressing the discomfort that shot through her leg. Her jaw tightened briefly before relaxing again.

Tiberii asked if she was alright. Brynhild barked a short laugh, more a snort.

Depends who ye ask.

A glance dropped toward the splinted limb.

I've had better weeks.

That was putting it mildly.

Still, she wasn't focused on herself for long. Her eyes drifted back to Tiberii, studying her.

What's wrong? Ye look tired,