Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

He takes a few moments to breathe, to be certain that his feelings are well boxed before he allows himself to relax. By the time he does, he feels cool and collected again, free of the burning feeling of rejection. Movement catches his eye in the cavern; a weasel, snuffling around, oblivious to his presence for now. He takes in a breath, stills himself — and then goes after the creature. It's a quick little thing, but so is he. Zephyr makes short work of the weasel, deciding that his moment of violence should have a use in the end. A gift to Daighre, an apology for his abrupt departure. He heads back through the tunnel with it. I'm sorry I left so quickly, He apologizes without inflection, voice muffled slightly by the tail. He drops it near Daighre. You seemed uncomfortable. I thought it'd be best to give you some space. It's a lie, but how would Daighre know? Zephyr has never been expressive, has never had any true tells save in his worst moments. If he were human, he would definitely slay at poker.