Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

Niamh snorted, pleased with the fact that Wraen, too, saw Colt for the soft-core asshole he occasionally was, but clearly she didn't hold it against him- as none of them really did. After all, Colt did have a good heart- and he knew when to be an asshole and when to put that side of him on pause. He'd nearly pushed his limits with Niamh that day though, and of course that had been back when the blonde female had been more fire than wit, and had easily taken offense. Now, though, it as easy for her to look back on the entire situation and laugh at herself- even though that would have offended then-Niamh very much. 

"I kind of did," She admitted, reflecting back on the fact that she hadn't exactly been in any condition to stop Colt's teasing with a physical assult. "He pushed my buttons until I got all pouty and pathetic- and then he stopped and actually helped me out," She said with a laugh. "Wasn't one of my best moments, but he seemed capable of seeing past all that- I dunno how," She said. It was hard to add another comment on to that, of course- as the next comment would be to reiterate the fact that she had royally screwed things up after then anyway. "He's pretty good at looking past my faults. And I'd like to think I've gotten pretty good at looking past his asshollery." She said, trying to make light of the situation.