Dustfur sat up, and allowed herself a small sigh when she was sure no one was looking. She wished she could be fun, engaging, and social--traits that came to most of the mentors naturally and almost all had in common.
But she had always been guarded, independent, and stoic. After all, she though bitterly, Bramblestar wouldn't want to ruin a sunshiny young apprentice's attitude by sticking him with me--
She stopped herself there. She was well aware of the dangers of overthinking something, too. She was only making things worse if she turned angry.
Dustfur's ears pricked with surprise as she was jerked out of her head.
"Oh. Hello, Sunstrike." She nodded politely, glad for the company, but knowing she lacked the social skills to keep her company for long.