Cerulean Cape At The Edge

He'd made a mess. 

His own head sang but he hardly felt it looking at Keyni. She rubbed her foreleg along her own skull and her words felt like a lash. He was overwhelmed with guilt and shrank, his head low and ears pinned. Keyni's ears were bloody and pecked, her head obviously painful. This whole endeavor had been his doing. 

"...sorry..." he said after a moment, feeling inadequate. "Uh - the...the bird. Is yours. Obviously. Uh - I'm sorry..." he repeated, shuffling back and deciding that the best course of action may be to run. He forgot all about his own gull as he turned away from her. "Your ears...the salt water might...help? I don't know. I'm gonna go...sorry...again."

He would beat a quick retreat. Diaval didn't know how to handle conflict aside from moving as far away from it as he could.