"Alright, get it off your chest," Trixie sighed. "What did I do this time?"
'Trixie, dear, the better question is what haven't you done?' Lamya questioned in a tone surly enough to put a frown on the face of even the most chipper of company.
"You know, you could just fess up to what's pissing you off so we could get on with our lives," Trixie sighed, "or are you going to put yourself into solitary confinement again for another few weeks?"
A silence fell, and for a moment Trixie assumed she had received her answer. She finished dressing with a sigh, then sat in a chair and contemplated what she would do for her routine that day. Obviously a warm up was in order, and probably some kind of sparring with whoever she could get her hands on...
