down by the bay

Modesty was not a fighter, and she wasn't exactly over her illness, but with more brats than bodies at this point in time, she would throw her support behind the pack if she was needed. She made her way down the stairs and into the courtyard and sat by Gil's side, wondering just how many others would show to throw their hats into the ring, so to speak. She knew the kids were almost old enough, but did they have enough confidence to join them? Or would they be best waiting until the next round of raids? Only time would tell she supposed.

“Speech.”