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"Eh, it's possible there is, but it would be hard to tell with the haphazard way that we were turned. I would need enough of the spell to try it over and over again, logging the results to get anything conclusive." Briiva looked off seriously, as if debating whether or not to pursue it, but was quickly brought back into the conversation.

"Physical appearance is honestly only a small part of who you are, despite the heavy emphasis that it's placed on. If you really think about it, you're not even paying attention to it most of the time, well, unless you're that vain I guess." She chuckled before continuing on "It could always be that the things you associate with how you look is more about who you are, or that you were just a more simplistic creature when you took the form of a mouse. Like, you weren't concerned about being a mouse because in that moment of time, you mind simply adapted to your body. Maybe "you" as an entity is more mental and emotional that physical."

Briiva laughed, but scooped up Beth's glass, wasting no time in topping her drink back up and handing it off. "Don't pay me any mind. I just really enjoy debating things that are hard to really prove one way or another. I think, at the end of the day, the most important take away is just if you're happy with who you. It's important to not get so caught up in everyone else that you don't leave any time for yourself.

Briiva gave Beth a cockeyed grin. "That's a very subjective approach. You can be anything you want if you work for it, and really dedicate yourself to the goal." She scooted over closer to Beth, wrapping her arms around her friend in a warm, if a little stifling, embrace. "Everybody is ******** up, one way or another. Doesn't matter that your damaged, what matters is how you decide to let the experience motivate you. Simply saying that you are who you are because of circumstances feels comforting because it allows you to maintain the status quo, not to strive to be who you really want to be. Lookit me, for example. Raised and sent to the best schools my parents could afford, and here I am at a magical school for gifted and broken people with patron in the Greek Pantheon, on the off chance I can rise above my own insecurities and issues and do something with the potential to chance humanity for the better."

A look of shock crossed Briiva's face, not having expected to be reproached for her words; certainly not with such voracity. She tried to interject and for once and found that she simply couldn't get a word in edgewise. The shock turned into something -else- as Briiva listened to Beth shout. She could see the distress she had caused, but once the shouting turned it's focus to her, it managed to dredge up everything that Briiva drove herself to forget. She could feel her entire body trembling.

"You think this is easy for me? That I'm judging you? What the ******** do you know about me? That my dad died and my own mother won't so much as look at me anymore? Or maybe that I choose to act happy and excitable every goddam day I wake up because maybe, just maybe I'll start believing it myself? Or maybe that I was talking about myself to show you that you weren't alone and you could open up to me!?"

She was still shaking, tears streaming down her face. Not that she noticed, though her face was much more drained than when she had began shouting back. Briiva slumped back and chewed her lip as she tried to calm herself, all but spent in the emotions department. With a sniffle, she wiped at her eyes. "I'm- Sorry."

Briiva hugged her knees, looking away, her expression suddenly distant.

Briiva leaned onto the wall, shoulders heaving as she looked away. She could hear Beth talking, and some part of her registered that her friend was trying to reach out, but she couldn't help but feel like she was a million miles away. Her outburst had brought so many ugly and painful memories to the surface, and Briiva couldn't help but be overwhelmed with how insignificant everything was compared to the hole that her father passing had left. Her perfect, annoyingly smug, impossible to measure up to father.

Briiva was aware enough to take the glass offered her, and managed to take a deep breath and still the shaking emanating from every fiber of her being, but simply stared down, past the drink. Numbness slowly spread over her, replacing the crippling sense of being so alone. She brought the glass to her lips, taking a long drink as that familiar warmth of booze ran through her.

She took a second drink, finishing the glass and handing it back before clutching her legs all the tighter, rocking gently back and forth.

Briiva downed the glass almost as soon as it was handed to her, her heaving chest slowly returning to something approaching a normal breathing pattern. Briiva could feel her mind cloud over, allowing her mind to fall into a calmer dissociation of thought. She mumbled a non-reply to Beth and set the glass aside, unfolding herself to twist around and grip Beth tightly as she more or less collapsed on her. She had been mindful enough at least to stay out of the way of Beth's glass. Feeling of her friends warmth calmed Briiva down slightly, hearing her heartbeat more so.

With a deep breath, Briiva gently nestled her ear against Beth's chest, content to listen to her friend doing little more than existing. And for now, that was enough.

Briiva could faintly hear Beths words, barely heard over the vortex of the whirlwind of thoughts that were only down settling back into place. As her mind began to settle, so did her breathing and her grip on Beths torso. Finally, with a long drawn out inhale, Briiva let her arms fall and shifted her weight off her friend and back onto her sheets and pillows. As she let out an equally long exhale, Briiva mentally ran down various fuel-to oxygen ratios of different rocket designs, until this most recent outburst was buried, deep into the interlocking and constantly rearranging defensive walls of arithmetic, obsession, and her unfaltering facade of ego.

Eyes still red from crying just moments ago, Briiva dried her face with her own sheets, flashing Beth one of her usual cocky grins.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess I am okay, now that you're here."

With a wink, Briiva had bolted to a sitting position, and planted a kiss firmly on her friends cheek.

"So.. thanks."