Don't Want A Hit And Run

When Bernadette noticed her, the black and crimson female's grin widening, Lyria felt a smile stretch across her face. At her words, saying that it had been a long time, she nodded. "It has." At her friend's question, her smile turned the tiniest bit mischievous. "I don't think this land likes me very much. I had been sick for..." My, how long had it been? Lyria herself wasn't sure. "But hopefully that's done with." Her friend would ask if she had joined a pack, and Lyria shook her head. "And you? Have you been doing well?" Maybe the female was growing soft, but she actually cared for the other female. It wasn't something she did often, care for others.