Sun Mote Copse Brave as a noun

She nodded, and blinked a couple times when he accepted her apology, and then waited for...Well, more than a few moments, not quite sure whether she should, or if she needed to prod him to do the same. And when he didn't apologize, it ruffled her feathers, and it showed. She sniffed, pulled her head back in a haughty gesture and returned her scrupulous gaze to his features to see if maybe he was joking, but instead, he seemed earnest. What, had he just been waiting for her to apologize? Didn't he feel like he needed to apologize for having kept Nellie's very existance a secret from her? 

She sputted softly, a couple times, trying to fuss a couple words into form before she was able to get a grip on her emotions and forced herself to inhale, and then exhale. She snorted, once, indignantly, and looked at him again, as though trying to run a fine-toother comb through whatever unspoken thoughts of his that she could possibly have read, before coming up with nothing. It was a clash of untempered flame and quiet stone, and the tension hovered for a few moments longer before she managed to refocus the lash of her flame and return to her usual state of smouldering embers. 

"I'm more used to getting yelled at." It was the only excuse she could come up with.