[center][h3][b][color=a55fb8]B[/color]ONNIE [color=a55fb8]C[/color]HANCE[/b][/h3][/center]

Perhaps someone stronger than Bonnie would have sought to make amends between Camelot and Burning Heart. Mend the cracks that were slowly growing. But in that moment, all she wanted to do was to melt in Burning Heart's embrace.

To Bonnie, there was a raw difference in the two proclamations of friendship. In her eyes, Camelot's seemed driven by duty and pity, that she was a project to fix, a friendship that would be nothing more than a painful reminder of all the things wrong with her until she was 'fixed' to Camelot's standards. While Burning Heart felt like maybe, maybe, finally, Bonnie had found someone who enjoyed being around her. That maybe she wasn't broken after all.

And in that hope, Bonnie could find refuge, safe in Burning Heart's Arms, hugging her tightly back. [color=a55fb8]"Thank you."[/color] She whispered with her head low into Burning Heart's shoulder.

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Space to be filled with potential after patrol/after meeting up with the other team shenanigans here.