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"Kind of you to allow me to invade your personal sanctuary," Quill rumbled after Bramble told him that she came here when she wanted to be alone and think. It was a decent place in which to do so. The little garden seemed secluded. Forgotten. He could imagine the teal marked fae coming here alone, spending time beneath the sprawling red tree.

The look that crossed the woman's face when she noticed him looking at her was... very cute. Quill couldn't stop the corners of his maw from lifting as she seemed to blush and balk. For one that was so terribly confident one moment, she could definitely be shy and demure the next. He liked it, to say the least.

Bramble then cursed herself for forgetting snacks and Quill couldn't hide his laughter. She was refreshing. A breath of fresh air. Just like that, the snacks were forgotten and she asked about his wounds. One brow arched and the marbled brute continued to grin. "I'll be fine. You don't need to worry." He moved forward and settled down upon the patch of soft grass and clover. "Tell me about yourself. What makes Bramble Bramble?"

"speech"