Though her expression softened just a little at the retort from both Inyyra and Ayariel, it was obvious that Gajol still felt wounded and angry about the whole thing. She made a sigh. "I... suppose you are right. But still, the fact remains that you were unwilling to show who you truly are. I could not care less that you are what you are, and had you been persecuted for it, I would have been more than glad to defend your rights as a person. So far as I know, the most villainous thing you have done is struck someone from behind, and I have no reason to hate you for that. Being related to a fiend does not make you a bloodthirsty creature, and I know that from personal experience with others like yourself.<br/><br/>"I am more than willing to accept you for<i>who</i>you are.<i>What</i>you are does not matter at all, unless you wish for it to be," she said. One could see her chest swell as she took a deep breath and slowly let it hiss by exhaling through her nose, her eyes closed, attempting to calm herself down. It worked, a bit. She stepped forward, offering her hand. "I will forgive you, and I hope you will forgive me for my words. All that I ask of you is that if you feel that something is of more than little matter, do not be afraid to disclose it to one of us, if not all of us. You are a comrade, so have faith in the rest of us. Please." The anger had faded from her face, and she looked sincerely apologetic for being so harsh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>