She frowned but did not lecture him about leaving again. Margarita disagreed fundamentally about his suitability as a partner and whether she would be worthy of blame for leaving, but that was a conversation for a different time. His current condition was far more pressing.

"An ambush?" She echoed, shocked and alarmed. "What were they here for?" She asked, anxiously. With Solomon and Fell and all of the other Tinuvel leaders more or less working together, she could not fathom who would be bold enough to stick their unwelcome nose here, much less to take on someone as mighty and strong as Zurok. "Who was it? I'll send my dad after them," she promised, though the odds of her father taking up her crusade were small.

The mention of Yael made her bristle again but she swallowed the feeling and only shifted closer, offering her shoulder and side for him to lean against. "No need to apologize, nor for forgiveness. You defended yourself, defended us. How could I possibly be upset with you for that?" She tried to press her muzzle against his cheek again.