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Silence settled itself between them once again, hovering there so thick with tension that it was almost palpable. Neither of them moved, perhaps out of stubbornness or perhaps out of sheer cluelessness of where to take this argument next. Ehno remained just as still as his sibling, part of him wanting to say something to break the silent tension, even if they were to only go back to squabbling like children again. But the rest of him didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of giving into the moment again. He had already begrudgingly given her the victory in this argument, and he wasn’t about to let her stubbornness coerce him into starting it back up again. The male was nearly ready to simply get up and walk away from this whole situation when she finally spoke.
He almost thought he imagined it, the words were so faint. Amber eyes drifted back to stare at his sister, his surprise clear in their depths. Ghita remained mostly still, but he caught the slight adjustment of her ears and had to believe then that what he heard was real. It was so like her, so unwilling to apologize in every other instance that when she finally did it was so reluctantly quiet, almost as if she hoped that he wouldn’t hear her. Her next words did infinitely more to extinguish the still crackling flames of his anger than any of his own attempts through the stifling silence. Slowly the tension leaked away from him, and he sighed deeply from the release. “I’m sorry too,” he managed after a moment, amber gaze seeking out her furtive turquoise orbs. He hadn’t intended to let this escalate into the debate it had become, and he did truly hate unnecessarily adding to her stress. He leaned over and nudged her briefly with his muzzle, an act he hoped she would interpret as reassuring. “You have every right to be scared. But you can get through this. Nothing can get the better of my fiery sister.”