Fox's Glade take it slow

He was saying something when Leta heard the familiar voice of...

Arlette? An ear turned backward even as Leta gazed over her shoulder, happy to see her there until the words that came forth were heard. Then Leta felt a little abashed, and looked it, hearing the boy stammer like he did. Arlette! she whisper-hissed, ears airplaning on her crown. She grimaced plainly, feeling awkward for them all... least of all herself, though. She moved to greet her with a submissive little nosing beneath her chin before she said, he didn't mean to, because, really, it did seem like an honest mistake.

Her gaze landed back on Kaito as he looked to her sister, and then between them; whatever residual embarassment or heat they felt between one another was entirely missed by the gawky younger sister, oblivious to all things related to the birds and the bees. So a little more firmly now, Leta defended the helpless boy who had, on top of everything else, thwaked his head against a branch, right? Y'didn't mean to? Right???? She pressed, her effort valiant and well-meaning as she looked to Arlette, I think he's nice! A little clumsy, with all the earnestness and honesty only a child could possess. Her tail waved as she looked back to Kaito smilingly.