Vindictive and spiteful

Her uncles request for her to pass on a message to her siblings was met with a nod, though whether or not she would remember in the morning was another matter entirely. Thankfully, her rabbit was close enough nearby to remember for her. When he mentioned that he didn't drink, she groaned rather pitifully, “I don' usually either.” She hated the way the earth seemed to rock beneath her feet.

She was distracted from her moaning as her uncle began to speak of his wives. She seemed to relate to his side of it better than theirs. Perhaps it was hereditary? But his perspective was enlightening. What was Gilgamesh to her, in the bigger picture? What value did their partnership add? But it hurt too much to consider in this moment. She was quickly distracted by his offer, which did bring a bright smile to her face, “Please?” She requested with a thump of her tail. “Though y' might want t' leave your girl dogs behind, in case he falls in love with them!” She was angry this time. What on earth was so appealing about the girl? Although now she considered it, they did both kind of look similar, drab spotty neutral tones. Perhaps, he just didn't think she was pretty after being ill for so long? She'd always been so self conscious, and anxiety quickly crept up on her. “Do you think it's cos I'm not pretty?” She was doing a better job of not crying, for now, but it was borderline.

“Speech.”