<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/37e6d575-9ad7-4618-84be-cc9926784dfe/dfdk2bi-b08feab8-b1b2-4dda-adfc-85b22383ea4b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1192,h_670,q_70,strp/159_thistle_by_silvarknite_dfdk2bi-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NzIwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMzdlNmQ1NzUtOWFkNy00NjE4LTg0YmUtY2M5OTI2Nzg0ZGZlXC9kZmRrMmJpLWIwOGZlYWI4LWIxYjItNGRkYS1hZGZjLTg1YjIyMzgzZWE0Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.udK6ZXzGvE3Dm7Et-t4_AbqbRcRh4bj11Q--tQT1E3w)</div><br/>Thistle found herself snapped out of her devastation and surprised by Muula's hug.<br/>You can hear Thistle mumbling between her tears into Muula's shoulder<strong>"Thank you..."</strong>breathy heavily, trying to calm herself down from a panic attack.<br/><br/>Thistle squeaks out in response to Muula's offer of group toplessness<strong>"Eekk! Um, you dont have to do that." </strong><br/>The idea of seeing all these other women topless made Thistle feel weird.<br/>In a way she was nervous about how it could feel uncomfortable.<br/>But on the other hand it reminded her of the time she spend with her mother. All the weird ways she would try and cheer her up. The times they spent bathing together. The times when mother got drunk and would playful tease Thistle about her boobies.<br/><strong>"Really, no, that's ok! I couldn't ask any of you to do that! I'd feel bad to make you do something like that for me...."</strong><br/><br/>Turning to Mephis.<strong>"Oh... I understand. I guess its alright then. We cant go back and change things that already happened"</strong><br/>Tear glisten in her eyes at those words. She feels that way about allot of things. That sometimes you have to accept what happened and move on. About how she will never be able to go home and see her mother again.<br/>Thistle blinks the tear away.<strong>"No no no, you dont have to expose yourself. I'm sorry for snapping at you."</strong><br/><strong>"Sometimes I just kinda loss myself like that"</strong>She says, referring to the anger within her that runs in her blood. Her Primal Rage.<br/><strong>"You've already done plenty for me! I really appreciate that back rub! Maybe I can pay you back next time! "</strong><br/><br/>After a moment of heavy breathing she manages to catch her breath and catches up on the current situation.<br/>For now, Thistle's panic attack seems to be back under control.<br/><br/><br/>Addressing every one in the tent she states<strong>"Ok, so sounds like we are decided? We take Alana, We go get these monsters, Save the Day, and get some sweet loot!"</strong><br/>Her face is red from all the excitement, and she seems to be sweeting heavily.<strong>"If it's ok, I think I'm going to need to get some fresh air... It's pretty hot in here..."</strong><br/>