Redhawk Caldera glinderwood

fennec turned away, and teya spared a gaunt look at the retreating back before her attention was recaptured by ruenna. the woman was certainly making a persuasive case for why teya's anger should remain banked, and she was relieved to listen.
the mediator offered the prospect of a formal apology to bridget, and gratitude, an explanation for the first's behavior. eyesight. she had wondered herself, but had been too filled with anger to accept.
offered now supplies from the redhawks' stores, teya felt herself balk. and suddenly she was filled with a deep and abiding guilt, that she had thrown herself so harshly into rage in an attempt to stave off all that had gone on.
"not necessary," she breathed, pulling eyes to watch the earth for a grounding moment. reyes was speaking now, of fennec. of course he would speak on her behalf; they had known one another.
"bridget would ... feel ... weird, to have much focus," she stated, thinking very much that a parade of their alliance's apology would horrify her companion. "we not take anything. just —"
she felt trapped; the coolwater gaze darted;
"i want things to be like wraen would want. this is enough. bridget take care of towhee because it was right thing. maybe we try more to be ah, friends."
stilted, to be sure, but teya was determined to rescue her image in all ways, as well as yank brecheliant back from the precipice into which she had all but thrown it.