Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

Sriracha watched them both keenly, looking for a way to solve this peacefully, if not amiably. They didn't need to walk away as friends, Ocra and Xan, but Sriracha didn't want to have enemies so soon, either. Besides, it would make him look good if he was able to smooth things over with words alone, and Sriracha wasn't above the desire to look good. Xan insisted that nothing had ocurred, which was a bold-faced lie considering something had happened. Rather than reprimand him for his dishonesty, though, Sriracha fixed him with a knowing look.

This was an expression that changed to pleased surprise when Xan offered to heal her. A healer then, are you? Sriracha asked. He nudged Ocra back, then stepped a few feet away to observe. He was close enough to intervene if it as needed, but far enough to give them space. He understood Xan's offer to be an attempt at making amends or taking responsibility, and that was something Sriracha could respect.