The dragonfolk closed his eyes and nodded over and over, letting Lilandra's words fly into him. He felt as though he was being yelled at by his mother, gods rest her soul. At the end of the centitaur's rant Geno finally opened his eyes again and let himself speak.<br/>"Yes, I really apologize for coming on so harshly... Now<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>settle down! I'm<span style="font-style: italic">tired</span>and my home has just been raided. Anyone who isn't a rodent is making me<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>nervous right now. This isn't a personal attack on you or your friend, you know? I just... Oh nevermind it. You helped us! Why would you want to hurt us? Stupid idea, stupid..."<br/><br/>The half-dragon's words trailed off again. He let out a sigh and sat down in the snow, putting his head in his hands. He felt uncomfortable and foolish now and he had no one to make him feel right. His mind wandered through the events of the evening, trying to pick out all the non-mousefolk he was going to have to talk to soon...