remember not our faulty pieces

Carefully, Hazel set about the repairs. As tightly and carefully as she could, the girl threaded the split pieces back together. It was hard without the assistance of Mr. Raccoon, but Hazel would sooner mess up her breastplate and have to make a new one, than worry Halo. It was typical of the healer to worry way too much, and Hazel really couldn't have that. She settled into the work, grumbling to herself as she did.

She barely looked up, engrossed in the work, as Bas came in. There was a familiar weight across her back though, and she found comfort in that. The girl tilted her head to peer at him for a moment before settling back to her repairs. "Fucken coyotes don't know what's good for them, I swear." She grinned, her tail flicking against Bas's shoulder. "Any good trouble in the market?" Trouble, oh how she longed for trouble. A good fight, or something. Yeah, Hazel could use a bit more of that.

"Speech"