Redhawk Caldera don't stop until your heart goes numb.

Yessss!

When she lifted her brown eyes to meet his, Elwood felt as though he had been frozen in place. He was caught in her gaze -- though it was more like a glare -- and he was helpless to remove himself. He blinked, his smile fading slightly as he waited for a reaction from Finley...something, anything. But she didn't say a word; just stared at him, then turned back to the water she had been drinking as though he wasn't even there.

It felt like a punch in the gut, and he thought that it was maybe worse than if she had started yelling at him. Was she really that mad at him? Hadn't she started this ordeal in the first place, by slapping him in the face? Did either of them even have the right to be angry at the other? Bitterness rose in his throat like bile, and he shifted his weight, contemplating his next move. His first instinct was to turn and leave, but he remained rooted to the spot.

He didn't like this, and though she was being stubborn, he could guess that she probably didn't enjoy it, either. Peregrine's words reverberated in his mind, reminding him that someone had hurt her in the past to cause her to build such a wall. Defense was her offense, and pushing her would only backfire. So finally, after a long few seconds of awkward silence, he took a tentative step towards her. "I'm sorry," he said; it was simple, but it was genuine, and he hoped she would accept it.