When Maea changed position, Tal figured it was maybe a bit more serious than a misunderstanding, and he shifted so he could face her, too, expression going solemn. He'd been on the receiving end of her impatience and sharp tongue before, so he wasn't exactly shocked that she might have driven someone away - accidentally or otherwise - but he owed her the benefit of the doubt and hearing her out, first.
And it made sense, more or less, and he nodded slowly, chewing his lip as he tried to imagine how the scene must have played out. "Sure. Okay. I... I think I get it," he admitted, feeling uncomfortably like maybe he might have done something similar if he'd been in Maea's situation. "So, uh... if y'wanted t'write her a letter maybe explainin' why y'did what y'did, I'd be happy t'deliver it for you. On th'house," he offered, lips quirking towards a wry grin as Boreal grumbled her approval of this novel 'communication' thing her human was practicing.
And it made sense, more or less, and he nodded slowly, chewing his lip as he tried to imagine how the scene must have played out. "Sure. Okay. I... I think I get it," he admitted, feeling uncomfortably like maybe he might have done something similar if he'd been in Maea's situation. "So, uh... if y'wanted t'write her a letter maybe explainin' why y'did what y'did, I'd be happy t'deliver it for you. On th'house," he offered, lips quirking towards a wry grin as Boreal grumbled her approval of this novel 'communication' thing her human was practicing.
