Baby, I’m Giving You The Mommy Issues

Modesty didn't flinch or shrink from the smaller woman stepping into her space. Her brow might have quirked in a bored but silent Really? when she declared that they feared nothing here. That wasn't what the corpses on the border said to Modesty, it reeked of posturing but none of that would be evident on her face. They were either clueless to the intentions and allegiances of their neighbours or they were foolish. She supposed there was no reason they couldn't be both.

If anything, Modesty appreciated the bluntness of the point-coated woman, Absinth. The Fallen woman wouldn't be offering apologies either, words were wind unless there were actions to back them up, and now was not the time nor the place. She didn't comment as the woman slipped back into the den, or when the strange man exited with a dip of his head in her direction. Reclining down, spynx-like, the leader was happy to wait until the labouring was done before bothering Elysia with her presence. She had enough of a circus going on in there without her adding to the commotion.

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