"Just think about it. There ARE some benefits..." Narrowleaf said, shutting Brisk's door. (My internet is being dumb. Imma go kick it a few times, then fix it.)
Narrowleaf leaned by his wall and said, "Oh yeah, it's got my blood in it, wouldn't blame you for hesitating."
A very soft, very hoarse, very painful sounding voice came from her room. "Didn't need to know that!"
"Thought I'd let you know, Brisk. Either drink my blood and various objects, or be a Timberwerewolf with me forever." Narrowleaf paused. "At least you weren't almost cut in two."
"Oh. Yeah. Hmm... I wonder how that even works..." Narrowleaf thought out loud. "Well, you and your sister think it out. Or whatever. I have no clue what goes on in there. I don't want to think about it."
"Is... Is she serious? Is th-that what you two want to do?" Narrowleaf asked, sorrow obvious in his voice.
"That reminds me... Bolt loves Flitter, and he has all along. Not sure which one of you heard it." Narrowleaf said, still worried.
Brisk was silent. Then, she laughed again. "Flitter says that she suspected it all along. How could one not love me, she says."
"Er... Sorry, not trying to be impatient. I just really... I don't even know..." Narrowleaf cringed in pain. "I... have something to as-" He paused. "Nevermind..."
A sigh could be heard. "If you need to tell me something before I make my decision, please do it now."
"I'd rather wait. Just... don't worry about it. Focus on your decision. That's what's important." he said softly.
