It seemed everyone had suffered the effects of the snowstorm, which she'd expected, as Cercatori had not fared well from her knowledge. She shuddered at the memories of being snowed in inside of a cave. She rubbed at her eyes while Saul continued to speak, stub of a tail wiggling a few times as her body followed suit; she aimed to shake the water from her thin-but-long coat. White-tipped hands reached up to wring out floppy ears while the male continued to speak. Her smile widened. "He found 'n okay place, ch'know? He's good fer that." Mars had indeed found something that wasn't entirely ruined; it had enough space for her and the kids, and for him and his...personality. She hefted a small sigh as it moved into her attitude; he seemed to understand the situation, but she didn't see it as an excuse.
"Really wasn' that bad; shoulda been nicer, prolly. Dunno. 's weird to talk 'bout." Her arms crossed uncomfortably over her chest as she explained herself further, trying to apologize without truly apologizing, for it wasn't in her nature to feel guilty for the way she'd acted in the past. Krystalle was nothing if set in her ways, though it wasn't always the best way to be. "Shouldn'a been rude. Ch'know?" Pale pink eyes focused on the man with some sort of apologetic under look behind the irises.
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