Blackfoot Forest "You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it."

She comes closer, but her touch is cold and angry, and he can't help but frown. Wincing slightly as he pulls back from her, he noses her chin so that he may study her face, so that he can see her eyes. "Amara," he murmurs softly, his ears lowering. "Are you okay?" he asks, trying to pull emotions from the creases in her beautiful amber face. "You are tense-- and upset," he adds. He is of course one to force words into her mouth, but in reading expressions he gains information about their well-being-- and Amara does not seem pleased.