The drow-dwarf mongrel’s forehead creased, her eyebrows coming together as she weathered the storm of Felicity’s temper, boiling over. Yvonne remained silent, despite her companion’s spiel intended to lure her to speak. The closed curtains of her black eyelids barely stirred, the grey dwarf lingering in her thoughts a while longer, where things were peaceful. She considered her blood-sister’s words, turned them over and examined them in her mind’s eye but gave no indication she was even listening at all.

She been thinking about things for a while, obviously. That be an elaborate word choice, poor dear. Shenanigans… did she read a dictionary tha last few days? Must be smarter than she first appears - never judge a book by its cover. She knew exactly what she wanted ta say, not even a hint of her lisp interrupting her. So this be how it unfolds, Felicity on tha front foot and putting me on tha back foot. How do I recreate equilibrium?

Yvonne opened one sterling eye and looked at the temperamental teen directly with it, her expression taking the form of a raised eyebrow. She was still foolishly holding out hope for a genuine apology, even though the Alerar-born had already forgiven the antagonism of days past. Perhaps it would be best to forget about it as well.

Whether it would be better or not, at her core she believed she had gone out of her way for Felicity many times, shown a benevolent side of her being because the truth of it was they were the same. Hybrids. Outcasts. Misfits. Yvonne’s benevolence came with a price tag attached. You didn’t necessarily have to pay the price when you took advantage of her kindness, but in the minds of all conscientious people they would understand they owed her. They were indebted and should either pay it back or pay it forward. Either option was satisfactory.

Felicity had protected Yvonne with her own body, with her life potentially while the charismatic force of will had straightened out the tyrant-butcher. For that Yvonne was thankful, but the berserker had followed up her selflessness with a tantrum-torrent so devastating it had deprived the black-skinned dwarf of any composure whatsoever. She could count the number of times she’d broken down and bawled her eyes out, physically emptied herself of sorrow on one hand. Felicity had made the list, she’d come to mean that much to her in such a short span of time.

Before Felicity could give her another tempered serve, Yvonne finally spoke.

“Let’s do those things in reverse. Talk. Town. Deer,” Yvonne cued, not saying another word.