Even chance

Deluge didn't know what to say when Dread confirmed he didn't know about his mother. She wanted to stomp back to the battlefield and fight the Armada leader again, tell him to come and unfuck this mess he'd made, of his own kid! Her parents weren't the most attentive, and her mother certainly never spared her the truth for her feelings, but looking back and seeing how she'd come out of it... Well maybe that was better than... whatever this jumbled up mess was. She liked the guy, she really did! Or at least, she thought she did... but did she even really know who he actually was?  Did he even know who he was, free from the weight of his fathers expectations? That sort of upbringing could fuck a wolf up... but he'd chosen her, so she resolved that she wasn't going to leave him high and dry. They'd break away from whatever weird sexual tension was going on between their dads and figure it out together... If that was what he wanted.

When he drew attention to her leg, she lifted it from the water and turned it to get a better look, "This little thing? It'll be fine, though I do ha'fter say, nobody's dad 'as stabbed me fer kissin' their kid before." Her smile was lopsided, she didn't mind, not really. Scars were kinda hot, if she did say so herself, and it would be good practice for Sakana to patch her up. She didn't want to push the bruise that was... whatever was going on with his mum for right now, so she attempted to change the topic, and put her foot right back in it. "So if we do get enough bodies tergether fer a band, who do yer reckon we raid first? Your dad or mine?"