Redhawk Caldera But at dawn

It was like watching something squirming under the surface of a marshmallow.
The kind face contorted with doubt and disliking for his words, trying to find what was right. What should be said, and yet holding back what he wanted to say.
He sucked his teeth, holding his mouth shut.
He'd just say something stupid and childish.

"I'm not accusing anyone." He replied as calmly as he could will his voice to be.
"That's just what happened." And he was pretty over the fact of being butthurt, he just didn't want it to happen again. 
Yes, his family -- no, Maegi's family had hurt others. But he wasn't related to her (as far as he knew). He just saw her as a maternal figure. Like the father he never had (yes, he did find out what one of those was).

Then that squirming doubt - or whatever it was - left the Redhawk's face and he finally seemed to accept Rowan wasn't here looking to restart a seemingly 500-year-old war.
"Do you think we could have some sort of..agreement? To stop history repeating or something?"
That might put them at ease.