I'm not leading you astray

Briar could feel the anger in that glance, no matter how brief it was and she grit her teeth to force herself to keep it together and continue standing there in front of her brother. She wanted to turn and leave, but that clearly hadn't helped anything the first time. She had given up and made that mistake once and it had only hurt her more instead of helping anything. The feeling that he would be better off without her still lingered in the dark recesses of her mind, but seeing him here, standing beside him again... She wanted to be selfish. She wanted to take back every single word she said. She wanted to lean on him instead of pushing him away. But now the damage had been done and she could feel the hatred rolling off of him in waves. Mortis told them they would be working together, forcing them to be a team to take them down.

Internally she groaned with dread at the thought of having to fight right now, especially with Artorias. While Artorias checked the terrain, she readjusted her armor, glancing at Marigold and sharing a knowing glance with the antlered fox. She'd need her companion to keep her on track today. Willow swooped back and forth over head - the falcon far newer to her than Marigold, but she trusted the falcon all the same. Once Artorias came back and said he was ready, pulling out his wooden sword, Briar nodded in agreement as well. She didn't trust her voice to not waver so she left it to non-verbal responses for now, silently lowering herself into a fighting stance. She tried to pull from the anger she had felt that night, the frustration she had been feeling for ages, drawing on that instead of focusing on the heartache and the sadness.

"Briar Fatalis"