Things Could Change

Nimue snapped in her brash, abrasive manner and a low growl rumbled in Quill's chest. A reminder to mind her god damn manners. Talyssa was sweet and kind and entirely undeserving of such vehemence. The man had a mind to squash the little brown terror beneath his bulk so that she couldn't breathe. If she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak. The world would be better for it.

Talyssa gave him a long look and the monochromatic man gave her a supportive smile. She began speaking about adaptability. An important lesson. An important skill to possess. One had to be ready for any situation and had to be able to change their approach or tactics to come out on top. He hoped Nimue would get that one through her thick skull. She could definitely be more adaptable.

"Speech"