don't paint me black when i used to be golden

Hazel giggled as he spoke of her rather forced vacation, making light of a situation that had weighed heavily on Hazel for... well, since it happened. "We can trade, you can sit inside and help sort seeds and cut rawhide, and all of the other boring inside work. I'll go on patrol and do prince things," she straightened up, tossing her head a bit. It felt better to joke about it, especially with Basilisk.

Halo... she what? Hazel fell silent, stunned. For once, she didn't know what to say. She didn't have a snappy response, she could only look up at Bas, finally meeting his gaze. Her eyes were wide. When she finally spoke, her voice quivered slightly. "I... I didn't know. She was so worried, so busy... she didn't tell me," the words were softer now. She was softer now, an unusual show from the red and pale child. "I'm sorry." The words were near a whisper. Her frustrations, hurt feelings, had been misdirected.

Right, the tree house. "Come on, I want to see for myself," the resolve had returned, they were going on an adventure... even if it was a short one.
"Speech"