No Back Stabbing

Absinth smirked back at Aresenn, following his every word of the danger of enemies seeing through the ploy of vulnerability. She nodded, knowing at that point it was about fighting tooth and claw while back up arrived. It was rather foreign to her. Never one to have relied on others before… but trust was a funny thing — it didn’t have to come from bonds or closeness. She could trust that they would not let her die if she was useful.

As Ely spoke up with a question following the topic of bait, a new advice flowed from the fiery males jaws. Adaptability. This, she was well accustomed to. She was quite capable of making the best of her situation, and the same would hold true of her tactics in the heat of battle.

Though as Absinth listened to the conversation off to the side, she was keenly aware that her little comment had gained her the attention of Rhazien — something she grinned about given that dickbags cocky attitude. One day, he’d pay. And Absinth was sure to keep on fucking with his peace in the meantime.
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