Can I clear my conscience

The girls face scrunched when the cold wetness entered her ear, her neck retracting in on itself, though she lacked a turtle shell to provide her any protection. She had heard the words the other woman spoke to Theo, the defensive way he had responded, and her ears turned momentarily forward, though her head hung low as she rose up from her place on the ground, still fighting back momentary tremours that made their way through her body.

"Y-you know me?" Percy ignored the sharp, sudden tug on her ears, looking the silver woman over again, though the sight and sent of her made the darker woman’s head throb with a dull, skull splitting pressure. There was something of a storm in the way the other woman moved, the way the colours of her coat shifted and the low sound of a growl came from her chest. The Avalon was sure she didn’t really want to know the answer to her question, but now that it was out in the open, she didn’t have any excuse to take it back.

"Percy". "Theo".