It's never the same

In the face of his vibrantly real anger, she smiled!

"There you are Basilisk, Warlord of the Armada! Steadfast, persevering, fervently loyal to your people. No one would should dare to assume you are weak! You're commanding, economic and reliable. Basilisk Fatalis would never abandon his people or his pack but protect them! He is ferociously victorious in his endeavors, woe to the fool who misjudges his mercy for weakness!"

Then Ignita bows before him with a flourish, prostrating herself as if he were a holy hero come home from a victorious campaign.

She rests her cheek over her wrist, swaying her tail back and forth. Quite proud of her eloquent appeal. She wouldn't even be mad if he decided to give her another scar for being so audacious. She helped figure out who he was, to himself. What he wanted. He wanted to be relied on, he wanted his people to trust him. He wanted his family near him. He wanted his screw up parents to tell him they were sorry but he'll never get that.

She wasn't going anywhere.