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She must have trusted Adelle a lot, continuing to submit to the pup. It was a heavy responsibility, being in charge of someone like that. The dog swore to herself that she would make sure it didn't go to waste, taking good care of her first charge. She'd be an amazing leader, just like in her day dreams where she lead the others to victory in battle. She nodded her head at the words, tail swaying happily behind her. Why? You can't hold weapons. Adelle liked fighting in secui form, but optime was definitely lots of fun.
The fun smile Fayne wore disappeared at Adelle's words. Had she been wrong? Was it a scar to mark someone's passing, or a memory of a battle lost? That wasn't good. Whining Adelle moved over, noting her sorrowful gaze. Nudging her she listened. So it was from battle, though Fayne didn't say who won. Adelle had a fair idea though. She perked up again at the question. Scars are proof that you could have died, and didn't. That you survived something tough. I want to be like that.