[Stealing her own glance up at the skies, Lys bites the inside of her cheek and forces (most of) the anxiety from her own expression, jogging at a rapid clip to close the distance—the lanky, bounding labrador to Catra's...cat.]
Oh, sure! Sorry about that.
[Distracted is the right word for it: she'd been swiping handfuls of random plants, sometimes needing to hack away with her hunting knife, binding them with small ribbons of dental floss (because that's normal) before carefully pocketing each bundle.]
go fetch
Oh, sure! Sorry about that.
[Distracted is the right word for it: she'd been swiping handfuls of random plants, sometimes needing to hack away with her hunting knife, binding them with small ribbons of dental floss (because that's normal) before carefully pocketing each bundle.]
Thanks for waiting up!