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Lost in awe for a moment as she looks around at the small area, she almost didn't hear Quill's response. It takes her brain a moment to catch up and when she turns to look at him, she's surprised to see him looking back at her already. Something in the way he looked at her sent her heart racing and stomach twisting. That sort of queasy feeling that made a girl feel faint, breathless. Her lips part slightly, eyes moving from his lips then back to his eyes. Speechless, utterly speechless. Why did he have to look at her like that!?

Finally, her brain snaps back and Bramble clears her throat. "Uh, so yeah, I like to hangout where whenever I need a moment to myself," she admits shyly, her voice softening as she steps forward toward the tree. "It never really gets too hot or too cold here," the words are coming out of pure awkward and nervousness. "I wish I had thought to bring us some snacks!" Bram admits with a laugh as she comes to sit on the velvety grass. Patting the spot next to her with a paw, she gives Quill a smile. "How are your wounds holding up?" True concern laces her words as she glances over his shoulder.

"speech"