Hushed Willows that's nice, that's a nice sentiment

It wasn't until he refuted her apology that she realized she'd given him one.  Banner looked a bit sheepish, but decided to push past it.  Her automatic response was her only defense in awkward social situations, something she'd used to bow out when discomfort overtook her.  That wasn't the case here.  Even back when they first met she didn't feel uncomfortable with him and that fact alone should have startled her.

Her dark brown ears twitched a bit at his words of congratulations.  As they sauntered along the borders of the Keep, she shot him an excited look.  Extra special bird feathers?  Ooh, she hummed out coyly though it was meant in the most genuine sense.  Banner was about to extend her thanks and ask a few questions about birds he'd seen around, but she stopped short of words when he said something in another language.  At least, she assumed it was another language.  A scent caught her attention, so she paused and dipped her head down to investigate.  After a cursory sniff she decided there was nothing notable going on in this particular spot, so she huffed and kept moving.

What language was that? she asked after a moment of quiet.  Her head had moved back to a normal level and instead of looking him in the eye, her bright green gaze scanned the darkness around them.  Banner could multitask with the best of them, apparently.