YOUR LOVE IS A PAINKILLER ; private

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God, Beatrice did not like this. The idea of forcing someone she was about to steal from didn't sit well with her. It used to, but now? Well, times were changing. She swallowed any feelings of regret or self-hatred that were bubbling up inside of her. She could not feel bad about this because healing was Lil's job. That's what she would tell herself anyway.

The canine listened to the feline's words with a nod, and she placed her leg on the rock at the lash of the other's tail. The movement caused Beatrice to grit her teeth, but she did not allow herself to wince. She would be the guise of high pain tolerance while in the presence of Lil. [b]"Ah, that explains it. I just said hello to them, and they were very rude before attacking. I didn't even cross the border. But I guess not everyone can be as nice as those here, huh? I should have known," she barked, feigning sheepishness. "And no need to tell Pincher. I'll do it. I don't want to make you do more work than you need to, Lil." She wouldn't tell Pincher. Well, maybe she would. What was better than a little drama?

[color=#D87921][b]"How'd you get so good at healing, if you don't mind my asking?"