Sun Mote Copse It's such a catchy song

She'd been expecting judgement, or maybe anger.  She had thought Wildfire might tell her she needed to see her sister's side or apologize, try to make things right and move on like she obviously had.  But she didn't.

The guilt she'd been feeling over not being able to let it go had been immense since hearing about Bat's death, and it hadn't gone away.  If anything it was worse again now, because everyone's happy reactions to her return had reminded Kiwi that she was still mad, even now.  Having Wildfire validate it meant the world to her, and she almost could have cried if she wasn't so surprised.  She probably would later.

Kiwi didn't even mind that she had corrected her on Bat - she knew her mom wouldn't believe that, just like she didn't believe that it wasn't true.  Oh. Her relief was probably apparent in her face.  All of her further arguments left her, and she sat down.

You aren't mad? She had to verify, for her own sake.  She couldn't believe it had gone that well.  She wouldn't have tried to fix things if her mom had asked - her sister was the first of likely many who would fail to live up to the girl's lofty standards, and she wouldn't seek out acceptance when she felt she hadn't done anything wrong.  But she had been afraid her mom's leadership promotion decision would be compromised by her statement, and the fact that she was obviously not going to just get over things.  She didn't know why she had thought that - the two were hardly related.  But she'd worried about it all the same.