Spare Ribs

She had fallen silent.

Not out of anything to say - she had more but... that could wait. In due time, she'd tell Medusa everything. Wren knew that now. The feral woman's gesture caught her off guard. She didn't expect Medusa to try and comfort her. She seemed to be wild and unpredictable at first, but... No. There was more to her. Definitely. She hadn't seen it at first but it was there. Clear as day. She began to finish the rest of the armor with her new friend.

But first. "They're wrong, you know" her voice cracked with emotion as she replied at long last. The silence had hung in the air when Medusa was finished talking. Wren tried to gather her racing thoughts "they're fucking wrong, Medusa" she confirmed "you're a good wolf. You actually care about others. I don't blame you; for wanting to survive. Doing things your own way, trying to go through the pain and hurt too..." Speaking to her father for one, helped Medusa cope.

"You got the short end of the stick, like me" Wren says quietly "but we're survivors, aren't we? Nobody gave us much of a chance, so we had to make our own. It takes a while to get there, that's all" She made the finishing touches on the armor and stood up and back, admiring the work they did together. The leather and adhesive made everything seamless "I won't give up on you either. One day... you'll be free, I believe that." And the fruit of labor will be for something.

"Your dad isn't the only one rooting for you. And... I-I hope my half-siblings look down on me... and don't hate me for failing them." She blinked, feeling tears in her eyes.

"Speech"
3/3 craft armor