captured such honest and pure affection

Hazel was still more sore from the spat with Ghoul than she cared to admit. Her right shoulder had been torn open and bloodied, and Halo had made her concern clear when she cleaned the wound. The red and pale pup maintained that she was fine, the only damage was to her pride... or so she'd insist. It was still sore, and the angry red scrapes stood out against the part-grey sections of her coat. Yeah, true, more sore than she'd want to even admit to as she walked on, keeping her eyes peeled for Lis. Still, what was a fight without some blood drawn? Hazel had earned the soreness, after all. She'd try to be proud of it for now, even if she was still pissed off.

Ah, sure enough. Lis was running in her direction and-- "Frick, Lis, ack!" Water droplets splayed out in every direction. Hazel reached up to swat at the taller boy with her right paw, but flinched as the movement pulled at the wound. Shit, when would that stop bothering her? When would the skin be knit back together and fixed? She really wasn't a fan of being impaired like this. "And to think, I bring you a present and this is what you do," though Hazel tried to act indignant, she couldn't help but devolve into giggles. It's too hard to even pretend to be mad, at least with her best friend here.

"Speech"