She quickly puffed up at the unexpected verbal lashings, an indignant frown on her lips as she waited for him to stop speaking. Her posture relaxed as he finished speaking, her head cocked to the side in curiosity as she rolled his words over in her mind. There really was no reason for her to be taking this so personally, was there. If anything she was the rude one. With that thought a blush swept over her checks, her eyes quickly dropping to the fire as she thought over her next words carefully. "My father says that I can act like a cat caught out in storm, convinced that the rain was being spiteful instead of falling where Makutsi wished it" She rested her chin on her knees and gave the bag of meat another look "Would you mind if I had a piece of jerky? The hard tack would go well with it if you would like some." She tossed another log on the fire as she thought over his words some more. Another blush stole across her cheeks as she thought over her actions once more. She was acting like a petulant child. Mercy was right, she had assumed that he was treating her to his silence out of annoyance at her uninvited presence. It wasn't like she had been the one squealing loud enough to wake the dead. Shaking her head in exasperation at her actions, she shoved her hair away from her face and looked over at the armored man again. Her father would laugh at her for days if he knew how many times she had stuck her foot in her mouth this morning. "So... You like to dance? Or just like dancers?" It was a question asked of partial curiosity and a topic of conversation she felt she could at least not make a fool of herself with |