Moral to the Story

The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. Her eye went back and forth between the two. One of them definitely needed to give, or there would be no relief of that tension. Thankfully one of them did give. It was the smaller male who moved in her direction first. Both of them had too much pride to let it end at that she felt though. That button was well pressed on Ultyr for now though.

"I'll let you both get re-acquainted while I get her a meal." The words brought her back to Ultyr's face. He wasn't as angry now. But his eyes were still stone cold. A sigh of a breath passed her lips, as she figured another trip to the hot springs would be in order. At least there he would be able to relax and the tension might leave. She really didn't want that anger to stick. "We'll head back south after a hunt and a rest, stay here." A nod. She was aware of the order and took the opportunity to move, so she could lay against the earlier tree. Her satchel was then opened after she took a moment to get comfortable. Book and charcoal pulled from inside as she opened it to a new page. She was sure she wouldn't get to draw much but she could definitely try while answering questions on the opposite page in the only way she could. A look at the other, filled with wariness and uncertainty, before she was patting the ground next to her gravid form.

Charcoal then was gripped and her eye cast to the waterfall. A pretty enough place to sketch that was for certain. Her ear was kept towards Ganymede as she waited for questions that she wasn't sure she wanted.

"Things I Hear"