Gyrfalcon's Keep your mouth pressed to his

severin offers her a lofty shrug of his shoulders, understanding where her disappointment stems from even if it does smart a bit. admittedly, if the shoe'd be on the other foot he'd understandably be a bit dejected if he was looking for help getting to a place and he'd ran into someone far too new to the teekons to be of any real assistance. a flick of velveteen ear is given and the left side of his mouth lifts with unspoken apology. he won't verbally apologize — it wasn't his fault he was a foreigner anymore than it was her fault that she'd gotten turned around — so the unspoken half apologetic smile would simply have to suffice.

she gets a bit defensive in her explanation and his ears taper back to rest at half mast atop his skull before his tail raises and wags in a white flag manner, hoping to assuage her and remind her that he wasn't judging. i ...didn't imply that you couldn't, he assures her and adds after a deep breath that puffs his cheeks is expelled from betwixt his lips. and, for the record, having someone tag along that can navigate doesn't make you incapable. it just means you're smart. a small rise and fall of the soot fiend's shoulders are given. as far as he was concerned there was no shame in utilizing all the assets available.

she doesn't sound so certain as she replies that she could keep him company, using 'i guess' and 'if you want'. a small half laugh is given and severin hangs his head before his pale, moonbeam gaze rises to rest upon her. you don't sound so sure, stating his observations aloud is not anything that severin's ever struggled with. it was just an offer. you're allowed to refuse if you want to.