you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She coughed a few more times to clear her throat, and playfully growled at Wilder. Laughing at her, was he? Wait until he tried it! Except when he did, he clearly took it a lot better than she did. He barely seemed to notice the burn at all as he took a good swig. She scowled at him, her expressions seeming just a tad bolder, more exuberant.

“They make worse ones?” she demanded in surprise. “Why on earth did the Masters drink it like water?” she scowled, looking over at the bottle in his paws. His own sip of it seemed like a challenge to her, and she snatched it back out of his paws with a scowl. She took another sip, and, yip, still burned. Her coughing was a little less this time, now that she expected it. She felt something odd in her paws, some of the terrible emotions that always sat in her heart like an anchor seemed to clear a little. It was… invigorating. Was that why they drank it? She took another big swig before Wilder could take it from her again. A loud burp escaped her, and a giggle that was far too girlish to be her own echoed in the room.


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