He made no move to follow her darting teleport, only standing with his hands resting loosely at his sides, open now. He stood at rest, deliberately still and giving no threat. No defense, either. The spar was over, ended not so much with injury as with a mistake that had done far deeper damage and Hadama waited with worried patience for Thalassa to find her composure and the words to guide him.
Though at her nod, however slight, he drew in a breath and exhaled power, the familiar moonlit mist rising from the meadow around them to soothe bruises and split lips, washing away the physical damage even if it could not touch the deeper wound that he had caused.
And when she spoke he listened. Took the words in and turned them over. It was outside of his own experience, but he trusted in Thalassa's point of view and what she had lived. He gave a slow nod of understanding and then after another deep breath to gather his words he bowed deeply in apology. "I am sorry, Thalassa. I did not intend insult. And I regret giving you such." He straightened slowly, meeting her eyes with lingering concern. "And thank you, for explaining."
Though at her nod, however slight, he drew in a breath and exhaled power, the familiar moonlit mist rising from the meadow around them to soothe bruises and split lips, washing away the physical damage even if it could not touch the deeper wound that he had caused.
And when she spoke he listened. Took the words in and turned them over. It was outside of his own experience, but he trusted in Thalassa's point of view and what she had lived. He gave a slow nod of understanding and then after another deep breath to gather his words he bowed deeply in apology. "I am sorry, Thalassa. I did not intend insult. And I regret giving you such." He straightened slowly, meeting her eyes with lingering concern. "And thank you, for explaining."
