Blackwater Islands hart vs hound

The silver-white hairs along the woman's nape and spine lifted, displaying a rather intense state of displeasure. Salish recoiled only slightly, taking a step back and flinching her face inward, ears splayed to the sides of her head. She had never met a Sister so standoffish, and it saddened her to see that Hemithea felt this way. 

Her voice lost some of its heavy joy, emitting more gently this time. I... I'm sorry I disturbed you. It was clear that this was the case. Salish doubted that the other's behavior was personal, however she was able to understand the annoyance she displayed. Hemithea had been enjoying a peaceful day in solitude, and Salish had bombarded her with sickly sweetness.

Do you want me to go? It seemed the best question, spoken out of genuine concern and care for her fellow sister.