Starr Torniquet, also known as Torrey, was having a good cry. There was nobeast around, after all.
“Oh, lawks,” she muttered. “Me, a grown hare, sobbing like… like!” Hiccups drowned out the rest of her sentence. “Right,” she muttered. “That’s enough, Torrey. Keep it t’gether.” Trying out a smile, she skipped up the few steps to the forge level.
“H’i say, M’lud, it’s Torrey. Good morniing.”