Beatrix
At this point, Beatrix was less surprised by her brother's shifts. The lion made her arch a brow, but shrug, ultimately it was unlikely he'd eat her. He bumped her and she stumbled, curling a hand into his mane to stay upright, and then she'd walk like that with him.
Hand loosely twined into his mane, hopefully soft enough not to bring notice to the fact she was holding him by it. "We'll figure out what you took, get you better and out of my hair," she muttered, under her breath.
The Academy was close, and she gave a quiet sigh.
Hand loosely twined into his mane, hopefully soft enough not to bring notice to the fact she was holding him by it. "We'll figure out what you took, get you better and out of my hair," she muttered, under her breath.
The Academy was close, and she gave a quiet sigh.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
