[Day 7 || September 13th || Light Snow]
By now, Larya's inexperience with worry was blatantly obvious; she almost looked like she was about to explode. Presumably the only thing keeping her from doing so was the fact that she was feeling pretty paradox-y right now. After taking a few seconds to try and understand what the fuck her brain was doing, she turned to Fellmund.
"H-Hey, dipshit! Don't be such a goddamn overachiever! Get the hell over here and patch Sparkle Rat up with your stupid handkerchiefs or something! We get more money in numbers, dumbass! Mission pretty-much accomplished!" she yelled. By the tone of her voice, though, it sounded more like she was saying 'HOLY SHIT DUDE SPARK'S DYING HELP DAMMIT'.
...Friendship?