The Heartwood [M] Apology accepted, Captain Needa

The Revenant stalks into a den lined with rich furs. He’s not surprised her living quarters would be so luscious, though he has to admit it looks comfortable, he doesn’t sleep on anything of the like. Lying down on a patch of soft grass or dirt works well enough for him these days. It’s not like he sleeps anyway, so he can’t quite be bothered with it.

But never mind the look of her den, he’s distracted when the woman herself emerges from its depths. She has a regal look about herself — still so composed despite being in the presence of her attacker. He doesn’t expect it to last long. There is no doubt she would snap at him this visit and he’ll snap back if he must as well. 

And still, despite the cold, black hardness in his chest that one must call his heart of empathy and emotion, he sees her eye and is surprised to find the dusky greyness of its pupil. 

Ah. Okay.

So she’s blind now. He will not allow himself to feel bad from taking an allies sight, but still…

He stares at her — blatantly so — as she lets fall the first quip of the conversation.

So, is this now what you've come to do? Revel in your work?

No. He answers mentally, but he would let her think what she wants. Or so he thought, until her next words spill from her lips,

Well, here you are... take a closer look, if it pleases you.

He hums, it’s short and drab, merely acknowledging her words. Though he can tell she lacks the sarcasm that he swore would come with her tone, but makes up for it with her choice of words.

So the hellhound, expression ever stoic, furrows his brows at her as he moves in closer. So close they come nose to nose as the Revenant even dips his head for her as well. “It does not please me, Khasni.” He informs gruffly, looking her directly in the eyes. “But I will not apologize for my actions, nor ask you for one as well. The correction was necessary.”

He would end his words with silence, awaiting a response.