Lion Head Mesa Everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain

Senmut appeared, looking rather disgruntled. Melody's ears lowered at the sight of him, then pasted themselves to her skull as he spoke. She nodded, but her gaze dropped; outwardly she gave every appearance of apologetic shame, but inwardly she seethed. It wasn't his decision to make!

Except it was, so she would follow him in relative silence save for her occasional sneezes. She almost tripped over a small errant rock on the way, and instead sent it skidding past Senmut at high speed, directly into one of the walls where it bounced off and rebounded back toward his paws. She cringed. Sorry, Melody mumbled.