"Owie~!" The satyress let out an overly cutesy plaintive remark when she had her head bonked by the revenant. Putting both hands atop her noggin, as if to both shield her [s]empty[/s] skull from further assault as well as comfort the inevitable bump that was going to rise, the tanned girl gave Sofia a pouty face in response. "You meanie! How could you hurt such a delicate lil' waif such as me?" Brandy sad, complete with trembling lower lip and wet, glistening puppy-dog eyes.

Then Alice stirred.

Then Alice spoke.

Then Brandy glomped Alice, and smushed her cheek against the werewolf girl's, rubbing the two cheeks affectionately against one another, all while having her big, goofy smile on her face - as if the previous outrage and sadness was nothing more than a very distant memory. Or an act. Prboably the latter, since it was Brandy.

"Al! Al! You're alright! Maa-haa-haa~! I thought that big boom done did get ya good! And we'd like, have to 'totes carry you around and feed you with a spoon and change your drawers for ya and stuff!" Brandy was very happy and relieved to see her friend hadn't been turned into a complete vegetable. 

After some more forceful cuddling and cheek-smushing, Brandy eventually got off Alice and back onto her feet... Well, [i]hooves[/i]. She looked around, only now noticing the devestation and gruesome state of the now-not-so-living-feral-trolll, who was lying in meaty chunks and singed splattterings all around the once rather tranquil and pleasant meadowy area. She raised an eyebrow and approached one of the meat-bits that was close by, crouching down and poking it with a finger a few times inquistively, as if expecting it to move or juggle or bite back or something.

"Wooooow.... I had no idea yer boom-bombs could do somethin' like this, Al... That's amazing! You're like, a full-fledged Troll Slayer, maybe! Oh, and Sofers. You're amazin' at shooting that bow of yours. I bet you could shoot down a bird in flgiht with your skills!" Brandy praised her companions, very impressed with them both. Which was admittedly fully warranted - as compared to them, Brandy's own skills thus far included having a pleasant singing voice and ... Not so much more...  In fact, she probably contributed the least to the group over all... Except for her sunny and optimistic disposition, which was unmatched!

"So, uh... Uhm... Now that big smelly's gone, you guys feel like eatin'? I'm feeeling a bit hungry."

The satyr'scomplete lack of urgency and seemingly apathy towards eating a meal in anb area covered by the remains of a blasterized troll, was rather remarkable. Then again, she came from a farm, where the scent and smell of manure and compost was ever-prevalent, so maybe she was just used to foul smells. She plotted about a for a bit, looking for a place to sit, and eventually came upon an area that was not covered redecorated by troll-giblets. Smiling and with ears twitching, she scampered back to where she'd dropped her backpack, and then promptly ran back to the site that she'd picked out. Once there, she waved for her two friends to come join her.

"[b]C'mon! C'mon! Let's have lunch![/b]" Brandy called, before plopping her plump butt down on the soft grass and uncorking her waterskin, taking a big ol' clunk from it and letting out an elongated and refreshed 'Aaaaaaaaaaaah!'.