Spare Ribs

"Thank you."

Wren finished her part of the crafting, allowing Medusa to do what else she liked. Washing quickly, the brunette tried to think on the positive. If Medusa was ever freed, would she stay in Habari? Probably not. She hated it there. Wren did not blame her for that. Would she go to Armada, if she spoke up for her friend? Sirius would take her in, of this, she had no doubt.

But she didn't force or bring it up. Licking her paws clean of the dirt she had acquired, she half-looked at Medusa's continual crafting. "I hope the armor and weapon help you" she added "I haven't made a weapon yet, but I'm going to trade for some leather bracers. Hopefully, that'll help me win some fights." She chuckled.

"Speech"