why does it always have to a bear?

Bramble can't help but sigh and roll her eyes at both Ioan and Quill. Boys. With the chastising and subtle flirting, she wasn't sure who to look at. Her brother who acted years beyond his age or Quill, the man who made her heart falter every time she looked at that heterochromatic gaze. Which she was expertly avoiding for the time being as Ioan doled out the healing regime.

She smirks though at his words. "Oh, you're not wrong there. You're stuck with me until that shoulder is healed," her cheeks warm as she gives in and meets that icy blue eye of his that stares up at her. Even if this was all sorts of awkward now, she couldn't let him heal alone. Being stuck in the stuffy infirmary alone was agony, she would know. Did they never open a dang window?

What she didn't expect was the apology. The open show of regret on his features as his tail twitched. Her head cants, blinking softly as her brows draw together. Lifting a paw to place it tenderly upon his neck, above the bandages, her expression swiftly changes to a gentle smile and light shake of her head. "I appreciate the apology, but I suppose I should keep better track of who my sisters spend their time with," Bramble shrugs her shoulders as she withdraws her paw. "Thank you for saving me. We can chock it up to drugs and adrenaline," she teases, getting comfortable beside him by sliding down onto her belly and then rolling on her hip so that she sprawled across the floor beside his cot.

"So Quill, the Fallen Prince, are you and Talyssa staying at the Hallows or is she whisking you away on one of her grand adventures?" A slight rise of the brow, a silent question lingering in her gaze. Will I be seeing more of you?

"Bramble Carpathius"