<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/davJBJd.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cassidy Cane</span></strong><br/><strong>Lvl 1 Human Gunslinger/Ranger</strong>– 14 / 14<strong>HP</strong>–<strong>AC</strong>18 – Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616006)<br/><em>Bounty Hunter, Serial Drunkard, Has some kind of beef with the Hellknights</em><hr/>Cassidy tensed up for a moment when she felt Tem’s fingers grasp her wrist.  When she turned, it was plain that her eyes were wet and brimming, though they hadn’t spilled just yet.  She stepped into the offered hug, hitting home a little harder than intended.  Her arms circled low around her waist, squeezing tightly.  Her body was taut and rigid in that gentle embrace, her breath coming roughly.  Still, as the moments crawled, the ragged edge on her breathing faded, her muscles uncoiled.  This close, the biting scent of gunpowder clung to her hair, mingling with something floral and sweet that she’d used to try and cover it.<br/><br/>The first time Tem tried to step back, Cassidy’s arms tightened around her, not ready to stop just yet.  Finally, she took a shaky breath, loosening her grip.  As Tem stepped back, Cassidy scrubbed at her eyes with her palms, blinking a bit.  It was her turn to listen, she figured.  She’d worked some of this out over time, of course, but the way she saw it this wasn’t about<em>knowing</em>so much as it was<em>sharing</em>.<br/><br/><strong>“Tch--!”</strong>was the only sound she made, her hands gripping her shoulder in return as she mentioned the survivors being rounded up and executed.  She was talking about<em>genocide</em>, after all.  She pulled her closer this time, hugging her gently as she said she hadn’t managed to find any of the survivors.  She lightly stroked her back, nodding along.<br/><br/><strong>“Naw … you and me, we don’t have to carry this alone.”</strong>She agreed, squeezing her gently,<strong>“It’s just … walking through Fort Inevitable stirred it all up for me again … and then hearing you.”</strong>She shook her head slightly.<br/><br/><strong>“When we finish up here … you want to head back?”</strong>she asked<strong>“I can talk to some of my fellow Milanites, see if we can cook up some payback … maybe circulate the word and find some of your kin, do a few daring rescues?”</strong>she offered a soft smile,<strong>“It’d do me some good to see other people out from under the heel of a shitty authoritarian.”</strong><br/><strong><br/>“Well, the Knights here will still have Shaninera to keep ‘em occupied.”</strong>She chuckled,<strong>“The poor bastards.”</strong><br/><strong><br/>“Speaking of scouts though … we should probably be getting back.”</strong>She smirked, gesturing forward,<strong>“If we’re going to clear this place out before sundown.” </strong><br/>