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The laughter unsettled her, though thankfully it faded quickly into silence. Renoir seemed a bit bewildered, then quickly began to explain himself. A few completely nonsensical words fell from his lips. They sounded musical, though Wildfire was too busy getting her back up to appreciate the sound of it. Eventually, he spat out a keyword which sort of clarified the matter, though there was still an undeniable language barrier. Better that than mal intent...

His last few words sounded like a goodbye and Wildfire was not in a mindset to refute it, even if she felt a tiny smidgen of guilt for reacting defensively. "Yeah," she agreed a bit lamely, voice gone quiet. "Me too." She blinked her warm amber eyes at him, then turned to go, keeping her ears flicked to the side to listen in case he tried to come after her.