Arete glared at him as she landed. She then turned, tossing the bundle over her head and slamming some air down to ensure it reached the bottom of the ocean. She gave him a cold stare, then stalked to the edge of the mountain top, crossing her arms irritably. "Just help yourself then," she scowled, coiling into a tight ball against the dirt and glaring out at the sea. She silently kicked a rock off the mountainside, bitterly glaring into the ground. Looking at him coldly, she added with a harsh bite, "If you're just here to "Mommy" me, you can get the hell off my mountain," she growled, then looked away and ignored the dull drumming pain in her head. She stared down the cliff edge, wrapping her wings around herself and her shoulders shaking softly. Yes, this was definitely not how she generally acted, but she didn't feel like having guests and he shouldn't have tossed her up a good 30,000 feet into the air without her permission.