[se] the nuance of your song

Anju

Don't come over, don't get too close to me
And dear god don't be too good to me

Lena is not inaccurate in her estimation of Anju, which is precisely why she had chosen the caretaker to confess these concerns to at all. It was as calculated as such a spontaneous confession could be, trusting not only in Lena's kind heart but her trustworthy wisdom. "I'm unsure. It's about Sohalia." Her eyes find Lena's, dark brows drawn together in a troubled frown.

Tilting her chin toward Riya, Anju withdraws her bow and knocks an arrow, holding it ready but not drawn as her companion takes flight. "I will cover her," she reassures, though her command for Riya to stay as far away as possible echoes through the bond all the same. Her sister heeds it well - large swathes of flame emitting from her maw from a distance as she divebombs and swoops around the birds, using the reach of her fire and the threatening spread of her wings in lieu of physical engagement. Anju draws her bow, though she refrains from firing, keeping an eye on any birds that get too close to her sister.

I'm not proud of it, please
But I want it to sting