Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

She didn't seem to know what he had done, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried she'd get angry for such a bold move, but if she was okay, then he was okay. He tried to put a smile on his face, though he was still nervous, and it came in the forced chuckle he gave. Uh- nothing. Everything is fine. I'm sorry I got weird, he said. 

He took a deep breath and let it out, trying to regain his composure. The smile that came to his maw was more genuine this time. Truce, right? he confirmed.