The dogkin squeezed forward from among his companions, her fluffy ears high with interest.
"The troll threw Blossom very hard."
"After you poisoned it thoroughly enough to stop it healing," Black replied, reaching out to stroke between her ears. "We'd have died without you."
Her tail began to wag.
"Master helped too!"
Blossom leaned into his glove with a blissful little sound. Watching her, the short-haired adventurer had to remind herself that this woman's poison had helped keep a war troll from killing him.
"I didn't know it could take that much to put a troll down," her braided friend murmured.
"We were lucky to walk away from it," Black replied.
His hand lingered in Blossom's hair while Ayame watched them both with a warmth that made the short-haired woman feel foolishly happy. After hearing how badly that fight had gone, she wanted to keep looking at them here, safe and together.
