Hiss is gearing up to combat Revontulet's next round -whether it be soft disagreement, sheer stubbornness, cajoling and bribery, or dire threats- when he notices the sudden shift. Whereas a moment ago Revontulet had seemed to be winding up to launch her counter agreement, the wind seems to suddenly have been taken from beneath her metaphorical wings. As he watches, the bonfire night colored mare visibly droops, the fight draining away before it can even really start.
There's a bashful undertone to her counter argument, as well as no small amount of regret as she offers a reply that is both argument and apology. Hiss gives a heavy sigh as he hears how soft her voice has gone, nodding in quiet understanding.
"I know you didn't mean to scare us. I know you wouldn't risk yourself and all of us like that... but nothing can change the fact that we were scared. All of us. We were terrified we were going to lose you, and it was very possible that we could have. Even likely, I would say. What's more, we all could have been hurt in our rescue effort, if we hadn't worked together so well. That's nothing to sneer at, and it's not something we would be eager to repeatedly experience. So because you almost got hurt, and we definitely got scared, and now all of us need to figure out how to move forward."
He makes a reluctant sound of amusement, a rumble of laughter that stays mostly in his chest, at her remark about it being karma or ironic timing on the heels of her being well behaved for the first time in probably months.
"You are not funny," Hiss tried to tell her with a straight face and mostly succeeds. "I wish your mate had come along so I could just leave you to him. I guess I will have to settle for all your friends, hmm? So let's pick up the pace and find them then."
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