Moonspear know that the shine inside will always keep you strong

He apologized—again, she realized. Feeling utterly vulnerable and out of control, Treepie could only hiccup and shake her head. It hurt a little, though the touch of his nose to her shoulder distracted her, in part because a little zap of static electricity passed between them. Despite herself, Pie huffed a wet, sniffly laugh.

You came here to meet people and sightsee, not deal with this, Tiuttuk apologized in turn, gesturing at herself with a multicolored foreleg. I’m sorry… for trauma dumping on you. I swear I’m not usually like this. I’m all sorts of odds and ends right now, as he could probably imagine.

Shaking her head and taking some deep breaths, she managed to suppress the crying jag. Tears still trickled from her eyes, though Pie took the win. She bent her head and used that same foreleg to swipe at the corners of said eyes, then rub at her nose. Her paw came away soaked and she tried to surreptitiously wipe it on the grass.

Not that I don’t appreciate your sympathies and all… but can we talk about something else? she asked once she’d collected herself, voice still thick. Preferably something happy. Like, tell me more about—what was it?—Morningside?