Blackfeather Woods mama, we're all going to hell

The yearling holds no sign of hostility as he makes his way towards the first prisoner he wishes they never had, for it had not really been by choice that they had taken him. If it was up to Vaati, Titmouse would be nowhere near the dark woods or its vicinity. However, the circumstance had called for action, and upon witnessing the definite outcome of yet another enemy caused by mistaken, brash actions inflicted by one of their own, words would not have sufficed. It was clear, perhaps not on an outward eye looking in but to him, that the star-speckled girl had no idea what she was doing. She certainly never meant to kill him, not by her own volition. But others would not see it that way. On accident, Cassiopeia had set upon them yet another foe, and only time would tell what the precautions of her actions would play out to be. 

For now, Vaati can only anticipate what is to come, if it came at all. To prove that they woods meant no harm to the other was virtually the only thing he could do to soften the aftermath of stupid choices. Blackfeather Woods was evidently destined to pay, however, it would help in the slightest if he did not make a true enemy of this other boy who was almost the same age as him. He knows Cassiopeia has not been the same, his words had taken a toll on her, added to the regret of doing what she did. Perhaps, if he could make the other see that the attack had not truly been intentional, they could release him on the grounds of a mutual understanding. An understanding that did not need to end in bloodshed. Vaati approaches cautiously, slowly, stopping a few feet away from where the other lies. "Has my sister come to tend to your injuries yet?" He couldn't recall if he had told her to do so or not; the last few weeks of his life had seemed to blur together in a series of rather unfortunate events that he couldn't quite differentiate from one another, other than the fact that they had all sucked massive dragon balls.