[Fang's exhausted expression flashes suddenly into pure frustration. Her lips twitch upward a few times as she grits her teeth and fights the urge to bare them and growl, directing her ire and uncertainty at some invisible enemy in the floorboards instead.]

[That was the last thing Fang needed to hear, the words picking at an ugly, scabbed wound instead of the fresh one. Even after everything, and just like always, Vanille was still unintentionally picking others over Fang: herself, the innocent, the dead... and for some reason, it's the mention of Noel hurts her the most, that sparks her roiling emotions into a blaze.]

Yeah, sure, space is exactly what I need—more time to think about every way this damned place's made me miserable, while you go spend time with someone that's less difficult and broken; maybe the guy that almost tore your leg off!

[It started sarcastic, but by the end, her voice had spiraled into something wounded and raw. That one little push, and Fang's cracking around the edges despite her damnedest efforts to hold it together in the face of Ryslig's trials. She needed Vanille's presence and support, now more than any other time since washing up on the peninsula's shores, and she wanted to run out?]

[She was sick and tired of being alone. Community and companionship were too vital to Fang.]