Redhawk Caldera Tired of troubles wasting my time

He's being such a guy, hahah.

Elwood was completely oblivious to the inner turmoil that Somnia was experiencing, in the classic and exasperating manner of a dude. He did notice the surprise in her face when he said hello to her, as well as her posture -- she positioned her ears in a way that was respectful, yet simultaneously defeated. She usually didn't exhibit subordinate body language around him (he didn't feel as though it was necessary, as he was her friend first and her leader second, at least in his mind), so he gradually came to the conclusion that something was wrong.

She placed the bird carcass in front of him, then stepped back and apologized. Elwood tilted his head, trying to think of what had happened. It took him a moment, but then he remembered the awkward encounter with Dove. Though he had been annoyed by the behavior of both females, he really didn't think Somnia was at fault; if anything, she had been trying to defend him.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," he replied with a quick shake of his head, unaware that his nonchalant attitude could be irritating to his friend. "That Dove is an interesting one, isn't she? I'm glad you were there, though -- I don't need to get in any more trouble," he added; he hadn't discussed the whole Grimm and Finley situation with Somnia yet -- though it had turned out better than he could have expected, it still wasn't something he was necessarily proud of. Once he assured her that he wasn't upset (and if she expressed interest in hearing about his "trouble") he would gladly fill her in.