Phoenix Maplewood she has used ancient and sanctified words

Saena ought to have been less cold. Lasher had done far more for her in life than he had ever wronged her. But the woman clung to wrong-doings like flies to shit, and oft forgot the better things, the things for which she should have been grateful. Her immaturity was evident even now and it would be another year, perhaps, before she really grew out of it. Still, the woman wrongfully prided herself on having the "maturity" to face Lasher without showing her teeth in disdain. All the druid's past care and attention was so easily forgotten. A shame, really.

She glanced at the bird that Reek indicated and smiled, her resolve shaken a little. To bring a gift, Lasher must not have meant poorly. Perhaps in time she would even accept his apology. For now, though, she made it clear that all was not forgiven—that only time would heal the sting of being considered insignificant—with the maintenance of her cool, not unfriendly but not familiar either, demeanor.

She wanted to say, "thanks for sharing", but the words that actually came out were, "what brings you here, Lasher?" It was probably more callous than making small talk, but Saena was feeling strangely succinct of late. Probably if there was a wall nearby, Reek would be smashing his head against it with how much frustration her distant manner might elicit. Or maybe he agreed with her and was simply better at hiding his emotions. She did find her husband hard to read at times, but she dared not to look at him now for fear of disapproval.