Then I will let her.
He responded flatly, and without pause. If Tuwawi didn't react in such a way when seeing him, then she wasn't the Tuwawi he knew; she was an inferno, and would engulf anything in her path. The power within her was one of the aspects which drew him in, which made him want to return. She was passionate, and he needed that passion. A fire only burns as long as there is fuel to do so.
If she struck him down, if she loosed her anger upon him as he was expecting, then all he needed to do was wait it out. To let her grieve and hurt and feel all of those things which he himself had felt; to loose it all upon him, until the fire in her heart was lessened to embers. Then they could rebuild. Njal looked to Tonravik after a moment of silence, reflecting upon his own statement, but then began to march - returning to where Echelon lay. He watched her for a few moments, idle, and let out a wide yawn of his own.
Morning would come. And in the morning, they would be on their way home.