That would be enough

Briar smiled when Mort curled his wings around her and she was more than happy to snuggle into him for a moment. It reminded her of all the old times they'd play when she was really little, back when things were way easier and far less complicated. Back when she didn't have to think about things like her family falling apart or feeling like she wasn't good enough to be with the boy she loved or wondering if she'd ever find something she was good at. Back before things got so complicated. She wished she could go back to just playing hide and seek in Mortis' wings and still being proud of being an Armada Princess and the Warlord's daughter instead of feeling like all the pressure of it was going to squish her. "I'm glad you're back," she told him honestly, "I hope you found whatever it was you were looking for."

When he tapped her chin and asked about the new scar on her neck, her ears flicked uncertainly and she glanced away from his face. She hadn't had to talk about that night since she told Artorias what happened and she had kinda hoped she could keep it that way, but she couldn't just not tell Mort. She trusted her brother and maybe now that it seemed like she was going to be in the Armada more frequently, at least for a while, it would probably be good to have someone else who knew so if she had another nightmare she wouldn't have to worry about bothering Aslatiel all the time. "Oh, um.... I was with dad after mom's funeral and he had a nightmare. He bit me really bad. It was an accident though." It felt like she was trying to make light of it and maybe she was, but it was still something that stuck with her even now.

"Briar Fatalis"