Endless Fire

Lillianna would listen silently to his words, and when he was done, whispered Italian, she would rise quietly and pad over and around him. She'd slide back down, completely on her belly. He was looking down at the ground, and with a sudden impulse, would stick her muzzle in the space between Starling's and the ground. By this point, the anger had mostly faded - that is, all the anger that didn't have to do with how stupid he was acting. Which was... half of it? maybe a third? another third of the anger was being taken over by exasperation.

"You're being stupid," she murmured matter-of-factly, a sigh leaving from her. "You haven't failed anyone, I promise. And not good enough? Not good enough for what?" She sighed again. She frowned at the Italian - more than ever she wished she knew more of the language. What had he just said? Nothing good, she would bet. "Stop that," she chided gently, voice softening from before. "You've not failed." Despite her anger at him for leaving, he had not failed. Merely hurt and worried her, so she bit him.

"Speech"