first of all , nobody here is going to admit that kristen was probably softened when she started wanting kassandra. second of all , nobody here is going to admit that means kristen wants the sense of companionship. in a friend. in someone she can trust ... so maybe that means she ought to play the part.
" karlach said you like 'em. they get in my way. " then kristen just sets down a cloak in front of dronia with a shrug, like it's nothing. ( it's an apology. )
The last few days have been torment. She could feel it, her control slipping away from her, an anger she never knew she had threatening to lash out at damn near anyone who so much as crossed their eyes at her. More and more people were looking less like individuals and more like meals. And she had snapped at a comrade, right in the open, threatened to split their throat and spill their blood. Or at least in a roundabout way. Kristen hadn't deserved that, no matter how much she had been pestering the increasingly distressed dhampir. She'd excused herself from duties for a few days, staying locked in the Elf Song tavern to collect her thoughts and calm her mind. Anything. Anything had to help.
The sound of weight plopping down on the table she rested her head on caused her to look up. Bloodshot eyes, nearly crimson through and through look up at the tiefling, confusion settling into her features for only a moment.
Before her was a cloak, dark green, the kind that was made of warm wool and would blend in perfectly during cold night hunts. Her fingers run along the material, admiring it. "I do. They're perfect for hunting at night..." she gestures to the empty seat across from her. "Thank you. And... for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that."
