Hushed Willows blurt

Her stature was in stark contrast to their own, and they offered reassurance with a wag of her tail. It was enough for them to set down their meal, to speak, though the rabbit was still tucked between flexing forepaws.

Apologies. Hiro could not bring himself to look her in the eye, but his gaze was fixed to her paws. It has been some rough months.

Feminine company seems to bring out more than they're usually willing to give, it seemed.