Redtail Rise Restraint

Further relieved when Masquerade did not spurn her company, Redd met them as they approached.  She did not bother with posturing, but checked them over, noting that the limp looked better.  It still appeared sore, though.

Things needed to be said, it felt.  Redd was not sure what exactly, but there was an easy place to begin.

I’m sorry.  If not for her actions, then that any of this was necessary.  I don’t want to lose more.

She hadn’t been sure if she would ask, but she wanted to know.  You would have driven her off?  The question was quiet, and clearly a bid for clarification rather than an accusation.  Redd wanted to know why; there had not been time to find out in the moment, but now was the next best thing.