Khara really hadn't expected Azira to react at all, maybe the uncomfortable silence would persist and at most she would say something - though Khara hadn't the slightest idea what. The explosive outburst that actually came stunned her more than a slap in the face would have. She should stop acting like she was worthless? She didn't deserve it? Did she understand?
No, Khara had to admit she didn't understand; not at all. It was hard enough coming to terms with her own feelings on the matter; of balancing the thought that she only did as she was supposed to and the fact that it still made her feel terrible. When Zhol had told her the blacksmith was the one in the wrong she hadn't really known what to think; the horse boy was her friend after all, and an outsider. Of course he couldn't really understand and would say anything to try and make her feel better. But to hear practically the same assessment come from Azira? With the same sort of leveled anger? Khara didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing, just that it was confusing and conflicting. Not for the first time since the incident Khara found herself considering the mixed responsibilities of the castes; while it was expected for the lower to always obey, maybe it was equally as expected by some in the upper caste that their peers had better taste than to take full advantage of that fact.
As the grip on her shoulders released, Khara managed a brief glance upwards at the huntress, a mumbled "It's okay," following Azira's apology. The angry shouts from the kyper were appreciated, though. Maybe they shouldn't have been - Khara felt bad for the poor thing being rattled around so unexpectedly on account of her being unable to keep quiet, after all - but it served enough of a distraction and a reminder of what they had set out to actually do.
It wasn't even nearly a laugh that left her when the animal retaliated against the huntress, more a shortened breath that ever so slightly tugged at the corners of her lips. Her expression fell back towards neutral at Azira looked back to her. The stumbled offer of… something caused a new mix of emotions to be stirred within her. Azira was her mentor in a way, but Khara hadn't really wanted to assign the term friends to them - it seemed too casual in a way. Confidant? That could work, though. That seemed like it was more of a professional sort of thing that was more appropriate between a hunter and a game scout. Maybe. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
She quickly fell into step next to the huntress and the disgruntled kyper. They walked in silence - the expected uncomfortable sort - for a few chimes before Khara glanced over at Azira and let a slow breath leave her.
"Th-thank you," Khara spoke up softly. "For listening, I guess. For..." She didn't want to say understanding, not when Khara herself couldn't make sense of it all most days. "Just... yeah, thanks."
A slight laugh left her and the scout's gaze returned to the landscape. "But hey, at least we aren't rabbits about to be chased out of their burrows and killed, right?"
It was a poor attempt at lightening the mood and Khara knew it, still, the small smile that formed was somehow genuine.
No, Khara had to admit she didn't understand; not at all. It was hard enough coming to terms with her own feelings on the matter; of balancing the thought that she only did as she was supposed to and the fact that it still made her feel terrible. When Zhol had told her the blacksmith was the one in the wrong she hadn't really known what to think; the horse boy was her friend after all, and an outsider. Of course he couldn't really understand and would say anything to try and make her feel better. But to hear practically the same assessment come from Azira? With the same sort of leveled anger? Khara didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing, just that it was confusing and conflicting. Not for the first time since the incident Khara found herself considering the mixed responsibilities of the castes; while it was expected for the lower to always obey, maybe it was equally as expected by some in the upper caste that their peers had better taste than to take full advantage of that fact.
As the grip on her shoulders released, Khara managed a brief glance upwards at the huntress, a mumbled "It's okay," following Azira's apology. The angry shouts from the kyper were appreciated, though. Maybe they shouldn't have been - Khara felt bad for the poor thing being rattled around so unexpectedly on account of her being unable to keep quiet, after all - but it served enough of a distraction and a reminder of what they had set out to actually do.
It wasn't even nearly a laugh that left her when the animal retaliated against the huntress, more a shortened breath that ever so slightly tugged at the corners of her lips. Her expression fell back towards neutral at Azira looked back to her. The stumbled offer of… something caused a new mix of emotions to be stirred within her. Azira was her mentor in a way, but Khara hadn't really wanted to assign the term friends to them - it seemed too casual in a way. Confidant? That could work, though. That seemed like it was more of a professional sort of thing that was more appropriate between a hunter and a game scout. Maybe. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
She quickly fell into step next to the huntress and the disgruntled kyper. They walked in silence - the expected uncomfortable sort - for a few chimes before Khara glanced over at Azira and let a slow breath leave her.
"Th-thank you," Khara spoke up softly. "For listening, I guess. For..." She didn't want to say understanding, not when Khara herself couldn't make sense of it all most days. "Just... yeah, thanks."
A slight laugh left her and the scout's gaze returned to the landscape. "But hey, at least we aren't rabbits about to be chased out of their burrows and killed, right?"
It was a poor attempt at lightening the mood and Khara knew it, still, the small smile that formed was somehow genuine.
"Nari" | "Common" | "Pavi"