Isabelle offers to help her unwind.

"That was quite the harrowing situation we found ourselves in. I dread to think what would have happened had I not been able to sway the hostess. I never expected someone so dignified to be so touchy" Isabelle clamored as she dragged the sheriff along by the arm. Texas nodded though she wasn't listening. After everything she'd gone through, the only thing on her mind was heading back to the station to drink her cares away. Isabelle's charm was beginning to wear itself thin and she had begun to think of ways to politely excuse herself from the sheep's company. The only thing stopping her was her sense of duty, as she couldn't justify leaving a stranger on their lonesome in a town filled with people who would take advantage of her naiveté.

Passing a tired glance at the sheep, Texas noticed her focused expression, her face scrunching in thought as lightly pinched at her arm. It occurred to the sheriff that she seemed oddly fixated on her arm, constantly squeezing and kneading it any chance given. Texas normally wouldn't have minded the cumulative damage she'd taken throughout the day made it progressively more uncomfortable. When Isabelle first started doing it, her muscles were taut and had very little give to them. Now her muscles were lax and soft to the touch. She quickly yanked her arm free from the sheep, not even trying to hide her discomfort.

"Could you not do that? Ah'm feelin awful sore right now..." the sheriff mumbled.

"Oh, do forgive my rudeness. It's just... you have so much _tension _built up. When was the last time you took a leave from your duties to recuperate?" Isabelle asked curiously.

"Never" Texas responded bluntly, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. "Crime doesn't rest, so ah don't neither"

"A noble sentiment to be sure. Though I can't help feel that it's a mite... irresponsible" the sheep said, placing a hand on her chin. She winced as Texas's expression soured and quickly elaborated on her point. "As the sheriff of this fine town, you have an obligation to protect and serve it's citizens. Part of that obligation, as I understand it, is to make sure that your ready and able to answer the call when needed. If your muscles are tense and your bones are aching, that hinders your ability to act. Wouldn't you agree?"

Texas's expression softened as she reflected on the sheep's words. She had a point. Texas's mental and physical toughness were enough to help her cope with the pain but there were times when her body refused to cooperate with her, usually due to a past injury rearing its ugly head. She always managed to squeak out a victory despite it, though she would curse her body for freezing up on her. Maybe what she really needed was a day to unwind...

"Well... ah guess you got me there. The thing is, ah don't really get much time to kick mah feet up. This job, it takes alot outta ya" Texas said a shrug.

"Worry not, Miss Texas!" Isabelle said as she grabbed onto the sheriff's arm again. "Among my admittedly few talents, I just so happen to be a licensed masseuse. If you would allow me, I would love to use my knowledge to tend to your weary body"

Once again, Texas felt the heat rising in her face. Isabelle's offer seemed innocent enough, but judging by the amatory expression on the sheep's face, it was clear that her intentions were more... intimate in nature. It wasn't like she had no experience with being fawned over by attractive women, but never before had anyone been so straightforward in their approach. It wasn't something she was prepared to deal with.

"W-well, ah... um... a-a-ah mean, ya'll d-don't gotta... go outta yer way fer..."

"Miss Texas," Isabelle interrupted as she placed ran a hand down the weasel's cheek and down to her chest. "I insist~"

The normally stubborn weasel was quick to concede, responding with a meek nod. Her compliance brought a giddy smile to the sheep's face.

"Good. Now, let's get inside. All this heat is causing me to glisten..." she said with a huff as she tried to fan the sweat from her neck. Texas nodded, though she was only half listening as she watched the sweat trail down to the valley of her cleavage.