Mhairi nods. Trust was something they all had to think about now, more so then they had to Before, but once they could find that trust, well that was a beautiful moment.
"I met her a few times, she was nice. A Truefriend, so it was expected, but..." Mhairi sees flashes of the squirrel in her mind's eye. "She reneged on a Pledge, with Sal as in the Fleshmarket's Sal. She's there now. I...don't know if we can save her." a long sigh, "Sorry. I didn't want to poop on are party."
Mhairi shakes her head, refocusing on the task at hand. "Yes a bra! Have you seen what people think fantasy armor is? It could be like that, but actually useful and supportive." it takes a minute but she gets there, and her moonlit complexion glows pink, she giggles not quite uncomfortably, "...I should have thought of that. That's happened to me, and uh-" Sera was a Spring, her Court was known to have a lot of no cloths on fun.
The last one's declared a winner when her pencil was already moving to do a few more. "Uh-okay! Thanks!" last one's circled a few times. A few arrows are being drawn with words attached to them, like shocks of sunlight, black orchid petals, and silver dew. "If you have any suggestions, feel free." Mhairi looks up with a smile. Then with Sera's enthusiastic agreement about movement, Mhairi adds, lightning teeth, a zephyr's sigh.
Mhairi beams and chirps, "Great!"
This feels like a great place to wrap, thoughts?