Lake Rodney you're gonna know my name

It annoyed Sphyra even more to see Hymnal cower and cry; if there was one thing she hated more than being seen as weak, it was when others were weak. It made Sphyra want to whoop her ass anyway, until she finally stuck up for herself. Of course, she didn't know Hymnal at all, so on the surface, Sphyra seemed satisfied with the reaction that she got. At least she gained back her respect from this girl by showing she could stick up for herself.

Didn't mean what? Sphyra said, her brows still narrowed in anger. Then as the apology came, she leaned back a little, her hackles smoothing, her stance a bit less intimidating — though her gaze warning away a repeat. Good. I'll accept your apology. After that, things got awkward. Hymnal was still tear-stained and stammering, Sphyra had regained her composure, and there was no subject between them after they closed this one. Sphyra didn't make to leave just yet, though clearly didn't really know what to say now.