Osioa hadn't known what to do. She hadn't meant to manhandle him. She'd wanted him to stay and talk with her. But then again...she was much too proud to ask him to. She shrugs when he said he would bother get it himself than bother Syee. "Whatever!" she yells after him. Growling and muttering lots of foul things and utterly frustrated statements after he'd left. She had gone to apologize then heard his stiffer tone. He wanted to play that game...she'd play it too. She wasn't liking that he dared to speak and argue with and to her the way he did. Yet at the same time...she liked it. It was very conflicting. And extremely confusing.<br/><br/>She'd let her wings out of her back when he'd finally left. Stretching them then when hears him approaching the kitchen she puts them away rather quickly. He spoke to strange about the spirits...and why had he had spoke of dragons. She sighs and looks down. She owed him an apology...but could she surpress her pride and things of that nature long enough to do it. She hears him speak. "Hmm? Oh! Um...uh..." she stammers. "Stove." she says. Not saying much more than that. Then she turns to him. "S-s-so-sor-sorry!" she says rather quickly after stammering on the word for quite a few moments. She'd not EVER apologized to anyone before. And the tone she'd had when she'd said the word clearly told she'd never done apologizing before.<br/><br/>She rapidly turns back to face the herbs. Chopping at them with such a rapid intensity that it was clear she was taking many emotions out on said herbs. She says nothing else. Her face had a look of longing in it. And her hands moved the herbs around as she used the knife in a mixture of violence and gentleness. She was conflicted. Her very actions show it. Her expression was also one of longing. She looks out the ceiling window at the sky. Oh how she craved it...how it called to her during the night. And sang out its sweet music to her ears when it was day. A single tear trails down her face. Was she truly happy? She didn't know anymore. She'd never thought about it til HE came along. And now she was thinking on many things. The knife stills. She puts it into the cutting board. No sign of tears or emotions on her face.<br/><br/>She looks at him. "We go hunting. You and I. We go hunting my way." she says it as a statement. Not a question. Pausing and looking him in the eyes. "If you truly believe dragons are sacred...then why have people killed them...well 99% of them off?" she asks. Her tone emotionless. Distant. And curious all at the same time. She looks at him. "I want the outside... want the sky...but oddly enough...I want company...explain why that is to me. As I have never had such a mixture of conflicting emotions or feelings."