Arete tiredly got to her feet. She gave Yoshito a polite bow. "The Alpha of the Air Tribe sent me to apologize for the recent littering in your tribe's lands," she said, speaking respectfully. "I was also instructed to ask that you take this to the Alpha of the Water Tribe," she added, with a polite and calm tone, passing him one of the bundles in her satchel. She gently kept her head bowed and quietly waited. She knew she was of lower rank. Hell, she was of lower rank to nearly every dragon she came across. Despite her strong air magic and careful control, she'd never forgiven herself for the incident that she'd been nearly shunned for. Her father had captured her, used her, even tried to take over their tribe. The girl trembled softly, remembering that she was standing in front of someone. She prayed that she'd been respectful enough and he would let her go soon. If it hadn't been Satoshi asking, she would have just said no. Still, she felt guilty for the actions of her dead father so she did her best to be kind to Satoshi when she was able to.