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She shifted, defensively. The grimace showed a gap in her teeth which drew Ameline's eye for a moment before she looked back into the burning embers of the yearling's gaze. She jabbed at a newfound wound without reservation- and considering the fact that Ameline had exposed such a vulnerability in hopes of getting more information, she became outraged when her effort was thwarted. 

She wanted to snap, mar the girl's face, shatter the mask with a rake of her claws. She exhaled a slow, hot breath.

"An' you keep no thecret-th from your mother?" She drawled skeptically. If Athalia had a secret, she told herself that she was keeping it to keep her parents from flying into a fury. She pulled back, feeling proud of herself for not giving into her impulse. "Thankth, for telling me," She said. Now, she thought, she had the higher ground- after all, the secret Athalia had shared with Sobeille was no longer a secret. Would their friendship be rattled, now that Sobeille was no longer a trustworthy confidante? 

She might not need to tell Sobeille to stay away- if Athalia found the trespass so unforgiveable, her daughter would do the work for her. 

"I'll look aftuh her." She said, with a nod of her head that she hoped might conclude the interaction.