Oddly enough, something about the admission of pillow-induced murder was able to calm Apocrita down, leading to her slowly floating down until her hooves were on the ground once more, a few deep breaths to steady herself. "I'm... I... shut up... it was a growl, that's what it was." Apocrtia fumbled through her words, although the knowing, shit-eating grin (but not really because you consistently refuse to eat that shit) on your face let her know you didn't buy it.